As I lay before my black laptop typing this, I can't help but contemplate whether my current state is relatively temporary, or not. So far, I comprehend the existence of life to be extremely superficial and lucky, meaning that life is whatever number you get on the next roll. Life is inequitable, and impossible to comprehend. I myself had a difficult life, with two identities conflicting upon me. And to conclude, I became inevitably neglected and isolated from the scene of jubilance. I can't study; I can't socialize; I can't discover the answers. I'm indolent; I'm a failure, a loser. Sleep well.