I study an Arts topic at Cambridge (pardon my informal language, I'm allowed to write casually). I worked so hard for eighteen years and apparently I am, and will be forever, functionally useless. it is ruthlessly hard and honestly apart from music distracting me, every moment of being awake is disgusting. I will never get laid or have a contented, satisfied moment. Writing this comforts me though. My whining is a part of what makes me awful, fyi.
I would get help but i am a drain already and people might consider a descent into madness
as better than some idiot stringing himself along
on drugs, wasting everyone's time. nothing is likeable about me. apart from not honing my craft out of a sense of malaise over the summer, I volunteered to make my parents happy and someone killed themselves over the phone with me. the world is utterly crazy, I am cooked. >ruining someone else's topic with a cringeworthy thinkpiece