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Nothing is more important than my health. Everything can be achieved, and must be achieved, with the proper sleep, proper food, and proper peace of mind. Those must be balanced, and can be balanced, before, during, and after any given task.
Look at me now. Completely destitute of any beauty or pride. Unhealthily thin... unhealthily unhappy, filled with self-loathing and emotional instability. At war with everything. Random tears. Constantly looking for escape.
And why?
Nothing is inherently wrong. Goals have been attempted, are in progress, may fail or may succeed. But I did not sell out my soul... I did not sell out anything. I pursued with an incredible intellect, and succeeded at achieving much that I wanted to. The rest is up to the world.
Why can't I be content with this?
This pain is surely not unbearable... I can barely feel it most of the time. But somewhere I feel it should be much, much worse. |
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