Aaaaargh I hate myself so much right now I didn't write a line and I even wonder if this story is worth writing it just feels like shit...
I was so proud of myself for stopping my instagram addiction but now it seems youtube and reddit have replaced it.
It's not even just about writing, I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I used to like school and now I wonder if I took the right path. Why do we have to chose what to do with the rest of our lives so early ?? I want to write, I want to learn music, I want to learn fencing, I want to draw. But somehow I can't.
And people wonder why I say I can't wait to be retired.
And I hate it because I love learning, I really do, but this year it feels like I can't take pleasure from it because there's so much pressure. Like if I don't do everything right my life is screwed. And like if I keep going I might never be able to turn back.










