death and destruction, degradation and entropy, the relentless winds of time.

I'm not weak, I'm schizophrenic. Which, by the way, is quite convenient, because it gives you +20 to self-esteem, since you can blame everything on the illness, the cause of which is not in me, but in GENES, in the ENVIRONMENT (read: difficult childhood, a broken stroller, a white crow in a black first grade). On the other hand, it's somehow depressing, sticky, and very similar to autotraining, but the excuse is so good, and the best thing about it is that it's not an excuse at all, but a perfectly real reason, even if it looks like an excuse.

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dreaming about childhood or what happened a few years ago in these years is already the final stop.

lol, what is this even about. For me, it's always better in the past than in the future. I'm getting worse and worse, I have less and less taste for life. If it's not the same for you, then that's your situation, but this is the life I have, I don't have a choice.