Why do I do what I do, at the end of the day? Honestly, for the longest time it’s just been to connect with others. But it’s getting to the point where that reason’s not enough, anymore. This 5 year uni course is no joke in how intensive it is. Why am I even studying it? It’s not to get a pat on the back, or verbal praise. It was the only path I was really able to take, and the main motivation I have is to complete the course so I have a job to buy a house and all that nice wholesome comfy stuff a family needs (because of course the dream I have is to have a family of my own so I’m not alone).

An Extension of Musty: From Myself to Those I Hold Dear