have you ever experimented frustration? I have, and let me tell you, it´s not nice. when I´m frustrated I feel as if thousands of ghosts came to me laughing, screaming and whisteling a stupid tune. at those ocassions, the only thing I can think of is "I´m not gonna be able to do this, this is too much for me". I always make the biggest effort to scare those evil thoughts away, but it´s never enough... this state of degradation against myself is usually accompained by a stron feeling of guilt and remorse. I don´t know why, but I always commit the same stupid mistake: I don´t aloud myself to feel sad when things don´t turn out as I expect them to be. of course the situation is unbearable, but I think that if I were just a bit more flexible, I wouldn´t take that long in solving the issues that drove to the mentioned problem.
I feel like I´m in a damned maze and I can´t get out. I want to get out, but I just can´t.
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