I have been on-and-off on doing it in the next several months. It is quite pathetic as though my life is wholly "fine" all things considered. My father gifted me a socket set when I first moved out to my new place recently. I couldn't escape the feeling on how much I would disappoint him other than any practical reason of self preservation. I just wake up and find that I will only tread ever tread along instead of benefiting my fellow man. I had long given up on enjoying life for the beauty that other people seem to experience it as. I started working my first office job over the past couple of months and my only encroaching thought is that I will die here, might as well end it now.
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