Y'know, right now I think I may have to cut myself off from the world completely if I want anything down and not fall into a bout of hopeless mental goo. When I open my morning paper I'm sortof prepared for bad news - or so I tell myself. But then I face off with a new disaster prognosis. They seem to come in boughs, with ribbons, these days. This morning it was British scientists foreseeing climate changes wrecking more havoc than another world war, terminating two fifths of the animal population and sending millions if not more on the refuge.
If nothing is done fucking NOW.
On one hand, it scares me into a sense of "what's the use of anything?", making me question why I even bother with my studying or worrying about finding a job.
On the other hand, part of me is sort of hopeful by all these doomsday reports, hoping that they will work to scare more people into awareness. This hope can at least be fueled by some signs of rising concern for enviromental questions.
And why am I bother you and not my blog with this? Well, I feel like here, I can expect to have my fears joked away for a second or something. Besides, most of my blogpals are pretty down too right now, so I'll spread the scare to you instead. Yeah, I do love you, why'd'ya'll ask?