My life is a shitstorm. I have no order. No control. I have none of the things that make life worthwhile. I have no real friends. I have no real intelligence. Everything is a farce. My life is a farce. a only thing I seem to be good at is psychoanalysing myself. And I don't even do anything with the awareness. I know I'm a lazy-ass procrastinator. Yet I let it ruin me until now. --- I DO NOT ENJOY BEING A STUDENT. NOT ONE BIT. --- Just finished reviewing/studying chapter 9 and 10 of my physics book. I don't know if I get it. I just attempted to understand the concepts and I didn't do any problems…yet. --- To be honest, I don't think I'm cut out for UP. I've come to accept this fact. And I'm going to work. ---