Yesterday was good
Today was violent
I don't feel like talking about it yet
I noticed my thoughts slipped in the morning. But the problem that came was absolutely unrelated.
Trying to force myself to work made things really bad.
At 19, playing helped. I wish I started playing earlier.
At 21, daydreaming helped. Writing here too.
Now, I feel OK. In the end I did get *some* progress.
There's nothing to be done. I should just go on.
One day I'll die and it'll stop.
It's still miles away from the days where I wanted to make that day happen "before monday".
Remember kids, always push your task to the next day.
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