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Just another typical Sunday
>wake up to warm day in London
>read a few pages of great expectations and get bored to death and tell myself I'll stop reading boring as fuck books for pseud cred but relent later on
>go to gym and later drink coffee in public, feel sad about life, and browse Internet on my phone to feel less alone
>similar to Saturday but feeling more alone because museums are closed and there are less people around
>will feel like the wasted weekend, where I couldn't bear doing productive things due to fear of wasted youth, and am too much of an ugly subhhuman to have a social life, is a microcosm of my entire wasted youth and in the future wasted 20s
>will do not much until evening where I will go back to my flat filled with exasperation towards life, in contrast with Saturday where it was disgust at my ugliness due to Chads and Staceys going on nights out
>will aim to read the last 100 pages of great expectations at home but procrastinate
>wake up to warm day in London
>read a few pages of great expectations and get bored to death and tell myself I'll stop reading boring as fuck books for pseud cred but relent later on
>go to gym and later drink coffee in public, feel sad about life, and browse Internet on my phone to feel less alone
>similar to Saturday but feeling more alone because museums are closed and there are less people around
>will feel like the wasted weekend, where I couldn't bear doing productive things due to fear of wasted youth, and am too much of an ugly subhhuman to have a social life, is a microcosm of my entire wasted youth and in the future wasted 20s
>will do not much until evening where I will go back to my flat filled with exasperation towards life, in contrast with Saturday where it was disgust at my ugliness due to Chads and Staceys going on nights out
>will aim to read the last 100 pages of great expectations at home but procrastinate
