It's been an year since I wrote in my journal. Nothing is interesting to me; I 
find living an unnecessary pain. Everyday, I have to fight myself to stay alive
and prevent myself from doing stupid things that could risk a painful suffering.
Currently, I am not in a state to come up with ideas for a project, all my 
studies have gone to waste. I need to activate Plan C but I am terrified about 
the problems it could cause indirectly. I may get on track but it's not 
guaranteed.