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I'd rather die from this wretched virus than continue living on as a failure. I've accomplished nothing in my life. I'm proud of the steps I've taken to better myself, but when I remember the man I was just 5 years ago, I don't recognize him. That man had passion...
That man had drive, achievable aspirations. That man was in a lot of ways the best version of myself, and yet how terribly naive he was. When did it all change? Is it possible for these versions of myself to merge? To co-exist in the now? This is my great fear.
Fuck it. How Dare I post this asinine dribble on the TL? I've a journal for purposes like this plus a great deal more. Perhaps in my vanity I'm seeking comfort or something of the sort? The ramblings and whining of fool. Posted for all to see. Why even bother?
I should delete this thread before I embarass myself further. These thoughts these quandaries are best left off this forum. Tomorrow x once I've come to my senses, I should do just that. Delete it. Delete it all.
