I hate things that I do. I try not to think about it, but I can't help it. I do not want it. Maybe some time later I will laugh at myself or be angry for not doing what I should do now. Whatever. I am not satisfied with my life. I try to set up some reason for myself to live on, to do things and stuff. I guess everybody would see me as an idiot if they knew that much about me. In reality my life is pointless and I have just spent another day doing nothing and worrying sick about my studies for the Uni. Oh, anything other than that, please? No way. I am stuck. It feels like I am trying to go through the wall without any special powers and without even trying to break the wall. I feel pitiful even for myself.
I fail so much.
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