I am suddenly very angry with myself.

Why is there perpetually a thick layer of fog in front of me? Why am I so unsmart and unsavoury? Why is my level of passion for what I am passionate about fluctuating? Why do I always have to fight a general sense of malaise? Why am I so not artistically inclined despite my family background? Why have I accepted the social engineering that has turned me into a puny brain?

I guess this is good toxin riddance, literally.