Je suis une parodie d'intellect

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It is just that horrifying.
Yet, I don't think there's anything I can do about it.
I am so terrified. But I try to study and it doesn't make me feel anything but worse.
I am so fucked.
Fucked doesn't beging to explain it.
I'm crucified.
That's how bad off I am.
Nailed to a cross, slowly strangling on my own blood or dying of thirst.

C'est dramatique. Ne c'est pas?

Oui. C'est tres dramatique. Tres.

But that's how I feel. Powerless and competely resigned to a fate that I can only make vain struggles against but cannot change.