I've never considered myself a quiter, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there? To use every clichè in the book possible - time slowly drags it's undefined tail, and as each sand grain trickles down in my hour glass, it takes away a bit of my vitality. I don't know why. I'm frustrated at the stand still i've come to. But what frustrates me more is the fact,that i can't muster up enough enthusiasm to jump over this lethargy befallen me.
I'd rather hide and do nothing for a month. Just go in the woods and contemplate. I wish i had the time to waste on more productive tasks. I wish I could continue developing.
I have to overcome this...
Or else I will feel the need to /quit
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