Wednesday, October 19, 2011
i dunno what i have done wrong. why is it that this house is so hard to live in? when can i afford my own place? i'm sick and tired of bad air. i do everything that i think i ought to do, but somehow, it never seems enough. seriously, what else do i need to do? should i give up my life? is that considered enough? or give all of my pay? what is enough?
nothing i do seems to be right, nothing i do seems to make me filial, nothing i do seems to be appreciated. maybe, just maybe, i should just stop doing anything at all. i should become a selfish person, only caring about my own enjoyment and ignoring anything else. maybe life would be better.
i'm just freaking sick of everything! and last but not least, damn the bloody weather!
another trace of memory @ 10:24 PM