I have recently noticed an acute lack of value in myself for creation, authorship, creation, work, creativity, creativity, knowledge... Apparently, this is the result of a complex of lack of self-realization... when any text seems boring and lacks deep epithets. Any photograph is a template, without its own character. New information is obvious and an easily forgotten fact.
And yes, we are dependent on others in one way or another… And yes… these are symptoms of depression. What a pity that I can’t draw…
Рубрика: Мысли