For the longest time, I think I've lost the ability to design. Or maybe I never could design before. I'm feeling more and more jaded by day. I don't think there is hope for me in this life. All I want to do, is to run to an isolated island, and just die alone. Forget about about growing vegetables. Forget about being happy. That does not exist for me. Happiness is very far away from me. It was once very close ....
http://bit.ly/2yPFaMM I nearly laugh out loud in the bus reading this. It’s truly my daily struggle.