To properly whine about life and future.

I think I'm more prone to destruction than I originally expected.
So easily shattered, just put some slight pressure on me and you can hear a crack and then there's no me, nor my self-esteem anymore.

Oh dear I do need to get rid of this wicked personality.

I need more courage.
Is there a presciption of this?

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As to the language-of-context thing,

I have found the answer.

I realise that the reason why my statements are hard to read is not because they're written in English, but only that they are difficult to understnad by essence. Those things I tried to sort out, they are anyway abstract, complicated and hard to recognise. Just because they are all small fractions that have composed parts of a big question throughout my life: "What does my life mean?"
Do you think you can answer that question for me just because it is written in an easier form of language?
It's not that I'm bragging myself about vision, about higher purpose or think that I'm better than anyone or what (and as a matter of fact for recent days I have come to realise that I'm actually a bum. A bum that knows nothing, believe in nothing at all. Fawk how can I change that?), it's just...there are some clarifications I really need to make.
Which, I guess, is what I've spent too much time working on.