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Every weekend is a long weekend. Seeing as i'm only required and suggested to go to school for only four days a week. It is an enticing idea for those in the primary and secondary. Even more so the idea of being in charge of your own schedule. So, every three months, I change schedules. It's very experimental. There's a suggestive flowchart, but I thought yea fuck.

I didn't follow my flowchart. I spent more time planning my schedule than actually following it. Now I feel like I'm failing. I can only write about it to get it out off my chest. It will never be enough though. Although merely writing this now is already helping.

I was used to an academic life where I focused so much on academics because I pushed myself and so did others. Now, I feel like no one believes in me and I forgot about all the reasons as to why I even breathe. It's not sad. I'm not sad. I guess I'm just lost. It's really not bad. This entry is already helping as it is being written.

I've asked my dad about shifting to Literature. No one can really tell me whether I should quit or not. I guess everything really is up to me. All except maybe the fact that mom doesn't want me to shift out of accounting because it's always trending and will always be needed and shit. I guess it's a good degree, then. Actually, I know it's a good path and a good goal. It is very tedious, however. I hate it. I hate my course. Psychology seems to be too easy, it's not even interesting for me now. It used to be, but then it appears I'm actually more interested in sociology. Pow-tay-tow pow-tah-tow. Toe-mae-toe, toe-mah-toe. Well.

In the next five entries I promise to be taking actions about this shit.