I promised myself that I will own a canine fuzzball when I’m older and living on my own/have a family. Then I realized that YES THEY DIE. I’ve changed my mind about owning one in the future. I don’t do well with things that die on me.

WHY AM I STILL AWAKE. WHY. …why T-T

I’m supposed to be studying, I guess.
I can’t really.
But this always seems to be the case.

Pride…
it tends to hinder my rational decision making process.
Or rather, going through with the rational decision.

I’m no good at taking care of others.
Often times, I just have too much clouding my mind.
I can’t even think 10 steps ahead for my own actions-
never mind yours. Bear with me? Maybe? Whatever.

All fingers down with the middle one up.