A Distorted Reality.

Times of calm; times of quiet: they bore me.
Argument, debate: this is what I live for, even if I know fuck all about the subject at hand and even if the matter is something completely and utterly banal. Haha, I remember, once, spending two hours arguing with my best friend of the time whether the [...]

I’m getting neurotic about potential choices which I may have to make next year. In 346 days, to be more exact; and it’s a decision which will affect the rest of my life, and a decision which I cannot undo if it turns out to be the incorrect one.
I’m talking, of course, about university choice.
Assuming [...]

When I see you, I’m on fire.
I finally see my main problem in life at the moment: I completely lack any semblance of the quality of passion. People are unable to move me. Music fails to motivate me. Even the newborn kittens next door can’t raise even a smile.
My writing has been reduced to this: [...]

That which has lain dormant for a month and a half has finally reawoken.
Scheming, plotting, manipulating: I am an artist.

Every year, this holiday kills me.
The six weeks (or thereabout) lacking structure; lacking definition: it gets to me. I read, I write, I go out: but it’s never enough. There’s always something nagging at me; a general feeling that I could be doing more worthwhile, more enriching things. I should be reading The Brothers Karamazov [...]

13 As. Beautiful.
Full marks in History Module 1 and Module 2, Chemistry Module 1 and Physics Module 2.

I make no secret of my certain predilection towards a desire to be skinny, and it’s definitely not something that I’m embarrassed or ashamed of in any way. However, I think that there are certain limits and excesses which can be considered completely, frankly, ridiculous. I was reading through my emails and I found an [...]

I can’t believe that, if only in three months, I’ve never written about Sylvia Plath as being one of my favourite writers. By contrast, I’m pretty sure that I’ve whored Chuck Klosterman to death. As a poet, she was fucking unrelenting: there are only certain people who can allude to the Holocaust casually and get [...]

…and fifty-three hours of entrancing music.’
I’m wasting my time so far this holiday: I need to do something productive. No, more than that: I need to do something to improve myself; to further myself. I need to write; I need to read: I need to push myself mentally. I also need distracting from certain future [...]

Your article about Mr. Dialysis has become legendary.
This article gave Starve in Heaven its first real exposure. What a petty way to do it.