𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖.

What a great time to be alive.

I'm a professional beta reader, but I don't just do the regurgitate and memorize thing. I love working with writers who have weird hypotheticals and deep, philosophical ideas. If you’re working on any research or essays and want someone to look them over, not to grade them, but to help make sure your true voice is heard and your ideas actually land, I’d love to help.

I want to help you make sure that work is useful and remembered, just like you said. Let me know if you’d ever want a second pair of eyes on your stuff. No pressure, just one human trying to help another stay true to themselves.

I am an inconspicuous person, not quite out-of-the-ordinary, pretty average in all that I do. But I don't want to use my one shot at living just doing whatever societal expectations bound me to do. The structure of society pisses me off as it is, much more to actually follow it.

That's the reason I considered research as a profession. I do want to be remembered by history, I do want my life to be useful, but not more than I just want to be happy. I won't be alive to see what I've contributed to society, a society that would turn against me in the blink of an eye, but I will be alive to experience how true I was to myself, if I'll die content or not.

This is why we romanticise studying, right? Because there abso-fucking-lutely nothing enjoyable about memorising and regurgitating information that you couldn't care less about.

There isn't enough time to *breathe*, let alone to study what I truly wish to, the joy of knowledge has been completely destroyed. I can't even begin to voice my frustrations, to which I think the only valid response is to scream.

It's an oddly melancholic feeling to be inspired by your past self. Ah well, whatever works.