I wonder which will happen first, will I die at the hands of my keyboard, or will the keyboard die at my hands? I have dealt with so much, there's not a single mental illness I didn't manage to achieve..
Currently reading a buncha books, because Im bothered by academia and I can't work on many real projects.
I've been looking more and more towards getting into more mathematics-heavy and low-level roles,
mainly quant, for like the past two years. I want to do a bit of ML and scientific stuff too.
Im working on my mathematics but it's difficult haha, a bit over-extending my time with that
Im trying to improve my weakest areas, and that would definitely be mathematics
Im also crazy, clinically crazy. I wonder what will come first, will I die at the hands of my keyboard.
I like the footless bird, do you know why?
Because it has no legs, only wings, thus it has no choice but to fly. When it lands, that signifies its destruction
I had once screamed, gradually I lost my voice.
I had once cried, gradually I lost my tears.
I had once grieved, gradually I became able to withstand anything.
I had once rejoiced, gradually I became unmoved by the world.
Now, all I have left is an expressnionless face, my gaze as tough as a monolith, only perseverence remains in my heart, this is my own, insignificant charachter.