I might not be meant to write ‘Les Misérables’ (and that’s okay)

Also posted on Academia, here. 

When I started writing this paper, I didn’t know what exactly it was that I wanted to talk about. I guess we all have those moments in our lives –at least I frequently do– when you feel that you just have to let out something– but what is it? What exactly have I been thinking about? What were the dreams I was having before waking up and forgetting about them? What has been eating at me for a few days?