TL;DR: Pandemic made every day so dull, and I realized how much time had passed. Thankfully things are looking up, and hopefully everything will be a bit less samey
The past three years have been a long dream, with moments of clarity few and far between. Lucid, I realize how long I've dreamt, inevitably returning to muddied consciousness.
Perhaps a break in monotony shall let my consciousness stir. Or better yet, wake me from this nightmare
I've been cheated.
Cheated out of new connections. Cheated out of in-person classes. Cheated out of witnessing the creativity and determination from fellow students. Cheated out of so much that I'm not sure what exactly has been stolen.
I've been cheated.
But I'm not quitting