this is the same ivan “it’s better this way” btw
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this is the same ivan “it’s better this way” btw
Brain: Let's sexualize everything.
Me: NO!-
Brain: Haha dick.
Me: LMAAAOOOOOOOOOO
Today’s Writing Tip Remember that the basic conflicts in fiction as well as life are man vs. man; man vs.
MAN VS. SELF: The protagonist must overcome her own nature to reach her goal. All I want is _______, but I don't know if I can do it.
But how does this fit in with a mental health related struggle? Often outside help (therapy) is needed, so is the internal struggle accepting that you need help? Sometimes you need help accepting help. Hm...
Man vs. Self....vs. Self?
Lately in my brain it's been something of a man vs. self vs. self. It's the constant friction of who I was, with who I am, and who I'm becoming; a trifecta at war. I'm splitting in three opposite directions, with different force being applied on each side, and I'm pretty sure I'm damn close to cracking.
Damn what am I supposed to do, I really don't know so please tell me. First of all, how do you get rid of this Lee Anne because she is really starting to get on my nerves; it's just a volcano of negative thoughts, emotions, and moods exploding out of me.
Man vs. Self
To stay where I am in school, since France didn't work out (I think I got too excited too quickly for that and jynxed it), my father said he would pay anything less than 12K, but if it was more that I should go study in College Station, TX.
I found out today that, with the small scholarship Nebraska gave me, I would have to pay 11K.
11,000. That's less than the 12,000 dollar limit he set. I should be excited, right?
I stepped out of the office with that news and the scribbled on Post-It in my hand. I didn't smile. I stood there, at the bottom of the stairwell, and didn't feel a thing.
It's not like College Station is the place where I want to be. It's just College Station. They have Shipley's Donuts, and that's always a plus. But if it's not the place I'm longing to go to, then why wasn't I excited that I can stay at Nebraska?
Is my wanderlust so powerful that it would lead me to be okay with leaving my current home. My friends. Is my need to adventure, explore, and go as many places as possible the cause for this?
I don't know what I want. I don't know if it's because I don't want to admit it, or if it's because I truly don't know.
I'm left fighting myself, the one that wants to travel and be whimsical. The one who makes arbitrary decisions. The one who makes up the majority of who I am. Its enemy: reason, echoed ideas of parents, and wanting to please people.
No matter what advice I get, no matter what opinions I hear, I'm still unable to choose. It's as if the difficulty of the decision is exacerbated even.
I should want to stay here with my friends and continue the education I've started.
I feel like I really don't even care what hapens.
Man vs. Apathetic self.
conflict
drunk on the internet > not even buzzed on the internet
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
there are a lot of things on my mind and i feel unproductive, i'm stewing, but not DOING anything. i wanna crawl back into the beginning of 2010 and try this all over again. i feel reckless, lost and longing. i plan for anything but my future. selfish and scared and wanting comfort i can't get from self soothing. guilty for thought.