I just felt like writing, so here I am.
So, does anyone else feel like this year has kind of been a shitstorm? A hellscape? Because 2019, so far, has this hazy type of feel to it – as though I have been going about my days with a gauze wrapped around my eyes.
An inability to understand how time has been passing.
It’s already September and fuck it all, what has this year been about?
Our earth is literally dying (WE BEEN KNEW) and still, no government is really paying attention. Trump has been doing what he does best – acting like a child and doctoring hurricane maps as well as imprisoning children, women and men in cages on the border. Scott Morrison won the election, a surprise to literally everyone, so much so that it was the first time I felt genuinely saddened at a result of our elections here in Australia. Rapists are still being treated with more care than the victims of their crime. Women are still fighting for their rights to exist. Islamaphobia is ever on the increase because ignorant people are fighting to stay ignorant and our politicians are capatilising on that ignorance.
Again, it is a shitstorm.
There’s too many terrible things to name. But this year has also seen some pretty awesome highs.
It’s just that we tend to focus on the bad.
I guess I just wanted to emphasise that this year has been a whirlwind? I still don’t really know what I’ve done this year, as it has gone by so quickly. I feel like I blinked and all of a sudden, we have three more months left to the year.
What in the actual fuck.
But, in terms of reading, it’s been a great year? According to Goodreads, I have read 92 books which was around 40 more books than I read last year. I’ve been actively trying to broaden my reading habits; in that, I have been trying to incorporate more classics in my TBRs as well as branching out to different genres. For instance, this month I want to read a short story collection, as I tend to stay far away from those (high school traumatised me) but I’m in the mood for it!
I’ve also been getting such an urge to start writing again. Like, sit down and write. Not for my thesis (which would actually be logical) but for writing stories, poetry. It’s a really great feeling. It also had kickstarted my journaling again, which I’m super excited for.
2019 has been the most strangest year ever. Does anyone else feel this way? My mental health took a dive and it still feels like I’m feeling the effects of that period earlier this year. I think 2019 has been a year of incredible highs and extreme lows.
But I’m a dramatic bitch, so take all this like a grain of salt.
Thanks for listening to my rant! There’ll be more to come, I’m sure.
Until next time, happy reading.
All the love,