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I've been described as erudite and sophisticated but it's all crap. I think the words I say are shit as soon as I say them. Worse still, my actions. I do nothing of use. I'm dysfunctional with empty aspirations and lofty ideas of how things work. If I knew how things worked, I would work myself. But I don't. So I must not know.

The fuck do I know. Nothing. My ideas are as airy and tired as their container. I have no friends close by, I've got no emotional support group. No group of peers I actively meet with. I'm depressed and I feel constantly alone. Worse still, I don't know how to act in a way to bring me out of this place.

But that is the only thing left to do. Work.
So that is what I will do.
Do work.