Seems this is a week of deep sadness (not depression, real, mourning like sadness). I am ****ing sad, angry, realizing how powerless one is sometimes.

I tried to do a good deed, but somehow stuck on the process.

Need to do translate some stuff for my activism, but it seems triggering and then I go to "well, what's the point anyways... not like I am gonna fix that particular issue...".

And maybe I am unnecesarily torturing myself by what I call revolution tunes...

And the everyday stuff seems so pointless. So shallow. In a way, it is making me angry.