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Actually, this is just a filler post. 

Last night I finished a new illustration. I hope I can get back to that activity, or at least write about this illustration, which is already proving difficult to shake off my laziness/lack of motivation, so I can write it and upload it to Wikimedia. The fear of the final project hasn't gone away, but believe me, I really do have it almost finished. Not in the simple and guilt-free way I'd like, but at least it's not just an empty title and pages. Anyway, I'm not going to ramble on too much, am I? 

I always feel a certain security when I write things because, who knows, for a moment it feels like my only job is to omnisciently comment on the things that happen around me, giving the illusion that I don't have to face and run away from my problems again. 

I'd like to learn some coding or vector and 3D graphic design someday; hopefully, I'll be more resilient for it. Well, I won't waste any more time writing this post. A fresh new post with real substance awaits. 

I'm sleepy and my head feels a bit heavy, but... I'll try.

biology sucks just as my life decisions

I hate my final project.

I even think I hate biology. I wish I'd chosen medicine or engineering or something like that, which sounds really cool when people see you on the street and say, "Look, there goes the doctor, the engineer, or the lawyer." I never thought I'd hate my own career, and that says a lot. Screw the administration, but above all, screw me for being such a shit. This wouldn't be happening if I had more willpower.

Or whatever...