This week has been my worst ones in a while. I feel I am not working human-being and been thinking about ending my days. Today I watched a movie Fight Club and I could only relate so much with the theme in that movie. I feel that my purpose would be something like that happened on that movie because I am so tired and lost in this life of mine. I feel like my brain has lost its way to think, remember and process things properly so I am not optimistic to make progress in my life anymore. I can't stand and hate myself so much. I am anxious as hell. Why do I have to live in the hell I have made for myself when I can redeem myself by taking out my life from this self-pity and misery? I think that I got even a bit better by writing this. Is there still a chance that this life is worth living? But when I think about myself and my situation, I see zero potential, only a big waste, an useless consumer, a stinking bug. I don't know perhaps I have to swallow this black pill and move on as this personification of misery I am...