paper + dead brain cells= ANGST

Much has changed. There is always something better after almost perfectly rotting for five years! After wanting to get my butt out of hell disguised as a university, I ended up facing the computer everyday of my life killing all my brain cells to write up a good paper. Sure, this is way better than rotting; this is, in fact, dying. It’s good to know I am quite alive because I am somehow dying. I don’t know how bad the world is for others…and how I made the world terrible for others. But I think I deserve to blog all my angst out…regardless of whether I deserve to be heard or not.