I Really Don't Think I'm a Futurist At Heart

My state right now is: confused, tremulous, tentative, but ready. Steeled would be a good word for it, I guess, whether or not steeled is what I should be. I cannot believe that I graduate in about a month's time-- such an important date.

I have this problem with focusing my attention on things in the future. I started to write about graduation, and all of my fears, doubts, and looming responsibilities pinned me. I cannot get words out when my mind is entombed by all of the Things I Need To Do. The future is my nerosis. I have an endless list of tasks to accomplish, so endless that any events in my life simply become a checkmark in the records, reduced to an 'accomplishment' without any emotional impact.

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