Wandering mind

Sometimes, out of nowhere, my mind starts wondering in english. It's rarer now, than before. One of the downsides of choosing a cience-based major. I miss speaking in english. And I miss doing it properly, with less mistakes and a prettier accent.

I miss french too. And I never really liked french. Which is so stupid. I should have liked it, and studied it, and now I could be better at it.

I hate just knowing 2 languages. I know it sounds strange, but, for reasons that reason can't explain, it makes me feel dummer. Like I shoud have been better. Like I should have been more demanding.

I hate the way I've been feeling lately. And I know it's not me, it's the f***ing drugs I've been taking. And I need them, otherwise I'll obsess about the pimples and I'll freak out. I should know better by now. But I don't.

I hate the fact that sometimes, all I do here is talk about myself. It makes me feel so self-focused and childish.