hmm.

so life is about setting milestones, progressing to them, achieving them, moving on to the next one, and then we finally die wondering what was life all about.

should that be logically incorrect, perhaps what i meant was that in our old age we'd wonder what we spent our youth doing. and maybe feel justified, though not without a little tinge of regret here and there?

hell, how would i know? i'm not at THAT stage yet.

and another reader might be going "omg you whiny fuck there you go bitching about your miserable life again - now i'm going to be reading another fucking angsty post."

well who asked you to read? get the fuck out.

lol seems like i really lost the non-swearing part of me. jialat.

197 more days.