I'm disappointed that I never have enough HP to write tens of millions of words.
I am despairing of my growing love for unpopular CP and strange characters.
I am deeply and depressed by all the thoughts I have about myself (looking at the sky)
Then I suddenly discovered that I had been tricked by myself (what?
So it's decided! In order to be worthy of myself, I have to expose all my pitfalls (positive color)
... Probably.