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Sometimes life just cracks its knuckles and goes like, yeah let's just fuck this guy inside out.
Everyday is a battle. Cockroaches are my worst fear. Like Orwell's Room no. 101 level fear. My tiny student residence room has so many that I'm sick of killing them. And they just keep coming back.
My worst sorrow is lonliness. I'm the kind of person who's fairly independant and level headed but I just love the feeling of having close ones around. So much that it's a part of my existence and identity. And sadly, that's just not there right now.
My worst misery is unproductivity. Not working on something useful always makes me feel guilty. But all the stress and responsibilities and the above mentioned problems leave me with little mental room to do what I like unless I put in a lot of conscious effort into it which drains me.
Despite all this, I stay happy. I smile at the end of the day and I'm fucking proud of it.

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    Well I never minded being alone until I met my girlfriend, which got me familiar with the pain of having her away.

    I never had cockroaches, so that's not one of my problems.

    I never felt guilty for not doing shit, and now that I became an adult I feel guilty regarding myself because I want to fulfill my dreams.

    Overall, I never cared about anything until my egoistic self gave me a reason to do so. I smile at the end of the day and I'm fucking proud of having grown up this way, and I can't wait for what tomorrow has to give :P
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    @TheOct0 Haha, for me it's been friends. I've some seriously epic friends and though I've never really depended on them as much, I love having people around. :D
    Goodluck to you anyway.
  • 3
    @exceptionalGuy Good luck to you as well :)
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