Well, things collapsed again for me. I’m here with no plans, zero expectations. I feel stressed.
2020 started fast and continuing furiously. Not the best year so far. The university thing is pushing my nerves. I fucking hate it. My time is burning there. Assignments are not for me. I’m trying to find another solution, but my mother is old-headed and talks way too much, so torture is not going to end soon.
Parents have to understand the diversity of people. I’m a different person, and the university is not the place that I will shine, sorry, mom. (not sorry).
I’m thinking, always about everything. It’s the part where I’m in an existential crisis. (I’m 21 now.)
Classic stuff like,
- Why am I here now?
- Do I have a purpose at all?
- Where are the aliens’ dude?
- What is time, how time works?
- Space, Elon M., Bill G., woman rights?
- How to be a millionaire?
- How can I change lives?
- How can I change my life?
- Are we living in a simulation?
I have soo many questions like this. My body and soul is stuck where I can’t do things at all. I’m trying the writing thing now. Let’s see how it goes.