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Is that the element of surprise in your user icon?

You know the feeling when there's genuinely nothing to do? Like I am typing this with my mind rejecting it.

Guys, so uh... since I have a choice for you to make in the middle of a chapter what do I do?

Guys, guys.
          
          One hundred words a day keeps the guilt down at bay.
          
          Ten hundred words a week keeps procrastination from peak.
          
          One chapter a month gets it Haut de gamme
          
          A story a year is quite nice. Бувайтé.

Holy fuck guys, during tonight's strikes my freaking parent's bed and sliding doors shook. The whole building did.

I deleted c.ai because it gives the feeling of making stories with no effort. Horray! Self control!

I'm learning this poem:
          
          Sometimes, to entertain themselves, the men of the crew
          Lure upon deck an unlucky albatross, one of those vast
          Birds of the sea that follow unwearied the voyage through,
          Flying in slow and elegant circles above the mast.
          
          No sooner have they disentangled him from their nets
          Than this aerial colossus, shorn of his pride,
          Goes hobbling pitiably across the planks and lets
          His great wings hang like heavy, useless oars at his side.
          
          How droll is the poor floundering creature, how limp and weak —
          He, but a moment past so lordly, flying in state!
          They tease him: One of them tries to stick a pipe in his beak;
          Another mimics with laughter his odd lurching gait.
          
          The Poet is like that wild inheritor of the cloud,
          A rider of storms, above the range of arrows and slings;
          Exiled on earth, at bay amid the jeering crowd,
          He cannot walk for his unmanageable wings.
          

I saw what you did, where is the new chapter

Should I or should I not add the wattpad to my yt channel

Vent warning I guess
          
          Honestly I get thoughts I am a failure. Can't choose a job, no interest in searching for any alternatives to editing like my dad advises. Bad financial situation that might worsen once I'm out of the school doesn't help it either. 
          
          All I do is:
          Study, edit, do shit, maybe write.
          I know I'll never vent something like this to a larger audience, or to my friends and family.
          
          I'm a man and that automatically made me close off my problems. Women inequality? Forget that. Some lower men standards is what I needed when growing up.