Whiner!

I have just read and re-read my journal entries. God, what a whiner! Am I going to die one day and look back on my life, and like those journals I have written (all 14 of them or more), see nothing but complaining and whinning on my part! I could have been writting a novel, becoming a doctor for all the time I have wasted. I did nothing but complain, and mostly about my mother!

Look at all the energy and time I wasted! And for what? I could have been doing something creative. No one is worth that much time and thought, no one!