my brain is being wrecked.
maximise potential my ass.
i should bloody hell just find someone rich to marry so that i can stop killing whatever little brain cells i have left already.
if the regression lines are to be plotted, i am sure that there is a strong relationship between what i'm doing now and the downward spiral of my health but little (if any) between what i'm doing now and where i eventually end up in the future.
fucking crap!
still...
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly despairing, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing." Agatha Christie
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