I have forsaken human love, work opportunities, and personal time.
I have no assurance that things are going to work out. I have little support. I have too many burdens to bear.
If this fails, I'm left with nothing.
I will become, nothing.
Ten days into the new year and I'm already hating it. I asked myself today, how many times do I have to make mistakes in one single project of my own? How many fucking times?!
Upon utter depression, I have put this into consideration: Maybe the only way to stop making the mistakes, is to quit.
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