I'm feeling a bit sad about....well, everything, tbh. Let's just accept the fact that I've wasted my entire life and move on. I would, however, like to get back into writing again. It's too late now to even think about doing that as a career, but it's something I used to be very passionate about. When I was interviewed for my journalism course, I was asked where I saw myself in 5 years. I replied: "political editor of the Guardian". Ha! My psychologist suggested that I write things for my blog without actually telling people about it - just writing for the sake of writing. But I can't write anything right now. Every time I start, I just start thinking about how I wasted whatever talent I might have once had, and I just get so sad it sort of paralyses me, and I can't write. It's actually painful. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I'm tired and very stressed/anxious, plus I've had a bit of gin.... Ugh. I don't actually have a way of concluding this post. I want to write but I won't / can't. I am a massive failure. The end.