Alright, something must’ve gone wrong, because I’ve gone back to my degenerate ways. Skipping work, rotting in bed and so on.
I’m aware that it must be the fact that the goal no longer seems appealing.
The way my goal of becoming a dermatologist seems, it’s like no different from the life of a degenerate.
No satisfaction, no meaning.
Only that the latter is much easier to maintain.
What to do? What to do?
For now, nothing. I’ll just reevaluate what went wrong and work from there.