How am I doing?
I'm grappleing with continuing my implementation of a sheer lack of substance to anything I do and the wild desire to just fuck up so dramaticly that anything small won't over ridde my logical judgement to not overthink.
You know, the usual.
No, thats not conserning.
What is conserning is my utter disapointment in myself for not prevaling in a almost impossible situation that I'v set up for myself, especially one difficult for someone with my current more depressive state, in an attemnt to justify my existance and worth based on accademic ashivments that is not a reflection on my self confidance but one reflecting my lack of self in its entirety.
But, you know, its life.
