Why is my life so screwed up? I don't get it.
I want everything, so why am I not working on it? Motivation is a nonsense created by thinking people. I want to write a book. But I keep thinking - if you can be not writing - do not write, though sometimes I like to force myself.
Mah, if anybody is to be in charge of my life it is only me, right?
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