I'm so pissed and frustrated and so damn clueless and passionless about everything.

What's the point really, what's the point?? Why am I doing anything anymore, when I don't believe, when faith is running out and when I think of changing my career path like 976 times a year!

Why am I so difficult to love anyway? I listen, I offer different perspectives, I'm patient and I always strive to be more than what I already am. To be better.

But for fuck you tell me?? FOR FUCK?

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