I saw Possession by Neil LaBute again (adapted from the A.S. Byatt novel, yes), and it always leaves me heartbroken. Partly because it’s so beautiful, and partly because I’m asking myself – again – why I didn’t do my Phd. (It’s about these young literary scholars who are searching for answers about the life of a poet.

For the same reason that I’m not a writer.

For the same reason that I’m not a musician.

And now I’m over 30, and I finished my literary studies six years ago. And my hair is getting grey. And I’m not looking forward to anything anymore.

Hmmm…. I have serious problems.