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I find it funny that no matter how badly I know I WILL succeed, I can't seem to accept the process as a step-by-step and just let things fall where they will. I want to touch and place and manipulate everything in my frazzled little life, and when things don't fall into place to my liking...I feel like I've failed. As if I never tried at all. Existentialism versus determinism? Yeah a little of that thinking I suppose. Or just a major character flaw. But either way, my life span is being dramatically shortened by the overbearing stress load that I am causing myself.
No more GD for the night. I'm giving up to sleep.
No more GD for the night. I'm giving up to sleep.