Yes, the world has a right of expecting something of me, since I expect much of it.
(The world as in the collective of people inhabiting it)
Yes, I made those promises, and I'm borderline breaking them.
Sorry I don't share their weberian work ethic. Sorry it doesn't come natural to me.
I mean, it's not like mathematics came natural to all of them. Or photography.
Yes, I'm in the wrong.
(An amendment:
my thoughts of suicide
may actually be thoughts of fleeing and starting again)