I've just spent hours painstakingly reducing my 1,989 word essay to 1,356 words.

My limit is 1,000 words.

I swear, people are taking the twitter trend too seriously. Even lecturers.

If being concise is key, I don't want to be concise!

I am fighting every urge within me to be flowery and descriptive, and sentimental and use all those literary loaded words and language to argue my case for the rights of migrants and refugees everywhere! Because how do you impress upon the hearts of men the urgency and pain of what migrants face?

SIGH... I'm getting too emotionally involved in my work.

Same way I was almost in tears today because someone was impinging on the rights of a girl to further her education. (this is putting it so bluntly that I am ashamed, ashamed because I am unable to write about the intensity of how I feel about this, and about how I'm not doing her case justice. I am sorry. I can't right now.)

I actually came here today to write about something entirely different.

But now I'm too tired. So I'm going to bed.

Oh my gosh. my 'blog' is going to the pits.... arm.... that is.

p.s. if I'm going to be soppy about every human rights violation, how am I going to work in the field in the future?

p.p.s. actually I'm fine. I'm very sure its hormonal.