I can't be bothered posting this on wordpress. lulz. sup blogger.
Okay, here's something that's been bothering me...well I suppose it's always been in the back of my mind, but only now has it been more at the forefront, the black cloud of sorts.
I'm doing a psychology degree. I love psychology. I always have. In high school I researched it all by my lonesome, because I found it so interesting. In my last year of high school, my interests in uni majors bounced everywhere - but something I realize now is that all of them - nurse, psychologist, teacher - are...specific, I suppose. We need more nurses, and more teachers, and more psychologists, too. I guess I mean that they're in industries, health and education specifically.
Bear with me as we go into gibberish territory. I write. I write in my head constantly, I write on the bus, at home, when I should be doing assignments. I always have. It's what keeps me sane (or 'keeps me insane', which might explain a fair bit). I don't care that I've never been published, or that the people least interested in last year's Nanowrimo adventure were members of my family, who still look confused when I mention 'writing' and why I would possibly waste my time on such a thing.
