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I'm not much for poetry, but I read this poem by Robert Frost, and the last stanza stuck with me
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
It struck a chord in me, because it's very familiar. Not being able to enjoy a moment of peace, because of that nagging voice that tells me that I have obligations, assignments, exams.I don't socialize a lot, except the occasional coffee with friends, which is even rarer as time goes on. I feel like a fraud most of the time, and that everyone is in on me, and that people just tolerate me for the sake of being nice. Constant self hate and beating my head for things I've done drives me crazy. I just wanna get away from it all, go in the woods and just enjoy the silence. I feel like I'm cursed and there is no way out of this.
