My academic work has faltered; I am nothing but a dilettante; I have no friends; I have never experienced love or care; I've lost all joy or passion in everything; I feel alien and disconnected from everyone and everything. What am I even supposed to be doing anymore? What a pity
Sometimes I feel like functionally I am dead. What am I besides a lifeless corpse floating through the world. Every interaction with someone else is wholly empty; every time I even attempt to connect with someone, they just grow tired & weary with my burdensome presence.
How am I supposed to focus on Konstantin Hierl, Otto Wagener, and the Wirtschaftspolitische Abteilung der NSDAP when I'm too busy yearning and wallowing over this woman who rejected me
How am I supposed to focus on Konstantin Hierl, Otto Wagener, and the Wirtschaftspolitische Abteilung der NSDAP when I'm too busy yearning and wallowing over this woman who rejected me
Remember kids: the Labor Theory of Value was precisely a means by which to derive "fair wages, interest rates, and profit" so that the economy could serve the political objectives of the state (survival and development of the Volk)
What the fuck is wrong with me? What stupid fucking mental disability am I plagued with where I continually ruin everything? Why can't I stop making the worst decisions ever and actively destroying my life. What the fuck am I doing