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Sometimes I get so tired of thinking why, why, why. Like, why do I even have to do this? Why do I have a job? Why can’t I just enjoy my life? Why do I have to be responsible? Why do I want to make my parents proud? Why do I want to achieve something? Why can’t people ever be contented? Why do I care what other people would say when I know they don’t even matter? Why can’t I travel instead like what I’ve always wanted to? Why can’t I put up and run a bookstore - an actual, physical, along-the-streets bookstore - like I’ve always wanted to? Why is my money not enough? Why do I have to save or invest? Why must I always be careful? Why can’t I just get married and have baby twins? Why can’t I get people to believe in me? Why can’t I raise enough funds for that summer school in Geneva? Why do I get so lazy sometimes? Why is my head full of unnecessary burdens?
Hello. You are such a blogger. I just want to thank you for existing. I have found another me in you. But you're just way awesome and cool. I want to be your friend. :)
Wow, an ego boost just when I need it. Thank you so much!
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