I decided to write something because I've got quite a lot of stuff to do, but I pretend I don't care and, above all, I love procrastination. Maybe... the most important factor making me vent my spleen is that I'm seriously fed up with everything. Even though there's this head splitting apart because of some daemons lurking amid its nets.
Let me go beyond these nonsensical metaphors and cogitate on something else. There's something really frightening what I've recently learnt of... Yes, there are some emotions for which I cannot find any reason. Yes, I've been intimidated by my own ego. I adore analysing and depriving me of this possibility in the given case has drawn some inconvenient conclusions. I.e. I lost my dearest brain toy. Hence now I'm your poor thing, left alone on the margin of all beings.
Let me go beyond these nonsensical metaphors and cogitate on something else. There's something really frightening what I've recently learnt of... Yes, there are some emotions for which I cannot find any reason. Yes, I've been intimidated by my own ego. I adore analysing and depriving me of this possibility in the given case has drawn some inconvenient conclusions. I.e. I lost my dearest brain toy. Hence now I'm your poor thing, left alone on the margin of all beings.
procrastinate now, panic later.
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