I'm an NPC on the stage of life. Although i may try to convey certain motives and ideas in every text i write they'll most likely be unreadable, as their contents became tainted due to intense internet autism and severe retardation. As your average overworked architecture student my RL procrastination-level is... maxed out... my credit card as well... As such the premium luxury diet of cup ramen, cardboard, rainwater, compressed coffee grounds and speed is no longer affordable... In my free time i don't work and just sleep. Sadly there is no free time. Not even at night. When you cry, the professors laugh. On holidays it's mostly bickering with my sleep paralysis demon about whether i've gone insane, or if the cultural marxists and liberal media just got me. Abusing the coffee machine, molesting my sleeptime; buying the bare necessities and study materials with my money, smiling through the crippling depression; taking my meds, then taking some extra to numb the pain; learning an occupation i'm probably not talented enough for, staying anyways as existential angst gets me for still being penniless when my parents already had a house and children at that point in life.