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I don't think I can write a book, everything I write down makes me feel that I'm not as intelligent as I thought I was. I don't think I really make an effort to care about the future of anything. Living day by day is just how it has always been for me. How can I think there's anything wrong with how I live? Considering we've put life on such an important agenda, that we all forget that living is not the everything that we all think that it is. Fuck, fuck, what am I even trying to write. I can't help but go on every goddamn bullshit tangent that has anything to do with what I was talking about. And when I think what may perhaps lie ahead, it always just makes me think about what I am currently doing and how I can better the immediate situation. However, my interest in this is rapidly dwindling. I think I'll stop here.