when i turn 64
hulio macaranas is my inspiration. he doesn't know it, nu-uh. but, he's accomplished every goals i've been aiming at. he was his university paper's editor-in-chief, a double-scholar, was sent to different countries because of his skill, took up pol sci and succeeded, wrote a book, traveled a lot, had a beautiful wife and beutiful kids, manicured nails (seriously), and became a successful attorney. overwhelming, huh? that's all i have ever dreamed of, and im so scared because i think i just made my life a game. if i become like him, i win. if i don't, i know that i didnt maximize my god-given skills, didn't do enough for me to succeed, and has been a piece of shit. in other words, i lose and do not deserve to live anymore. prssuring, huh?
by the way, he promised he would take me with him this october to an awarding for the country's best campus-editor..erm..thingy. i might forget it, please avid readers (if i fucking have any!) remind me because thsi is a big thing for me. its a reminder that i am an ,insignificant talent-less, shit pile who would never be anything unless i do something else than blog.
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