I am still quite sick now, but I know where I am coming from. For so many years I had been trying to be a "super/great guy". What I did was to cloth myself in a wierd and saddening mood, which I considered it profound. Six years ago, I wish I could be a philosopher in such a clothing way and I ended up in a mental institute, then I gave up the plan. In the past few years, I had been trying to chase chicks in the way that presenting myself as a profound guy, and I ended up as a loser. Yesterday I puffed myself in front of people and told tales of a dissolute guy who I was, and I ended up with a hand job.
It is enough now! All of these costs me to me tired, disgusted, dissapointed and SICK! What kind of sick? Schizophrenia? No! A mental!
Be strong and courageous! The only way out!
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