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Finished the Macbeth essay; finished the college essay, as well. I ended up writing the UC prompts, both of them; I'm about 100 words over the "limit" but I think that's okay; if it's not, well, it's just a first draft, anyway. I actually wrote more for those than I did for the Macbeth prompt, but then, they really are two essays, so I guess that's... fine?

I know that I wouldn't have written those two essays if it weren't an assignment for my English class (well, I only had to write one, but I felt if I was doing one then I should do both of them, and really, 1000 words is nothing anyway), but somehow I don't mind. Thinking about what I was going to write helped me focus on what I really want, for myself and in life. I'm not a social person and I don't like interacting with people, but I do like to write. If something I write helps someone, anyone, in any way at all, then I'll feel like I've done something worthwhile. If something I write helps a lot of people, somewhere, in any way at all, then I'll feel like my life has had meaning. I don't babysit and I don't tutor and I don't volunteer, because the world scares me and because people scare me, but I write. Even if it's all I can do, at least I can do something.

I don't like introspection, either, but somehow I find that I've been doing more of it in the past two weeks than I have in a long while. I guess I'm fine with that, as long as it doesn't keep up.

(At least it's not another post about Inoue Chronicle!)