Been very negative lately. Tired of all the shit I’ve been experiencing.It doesn’t matter that I got my first A in university history, nor does it matter if I’ve been having a good time in my own fantasy world.
Life sucks. Admit it.
As much as I don’t want to die, I hate the living. I see my parents working day and night and never got to smile genuinely. My dad has to meet with his ‘clients’, cracking senseless non-humurous jokes and laughing it off like its the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever said. My mom does housework after her 830-6 shifts and made sure we all got our tummies filled with food. I don’t blame her for that. In fact, I’m grateful, but looking at her work so hard, it makes me wonder what life really is all about.
A friend of mine works for 3 months to get a total salary of $2000, the kind of money I willingly spent on a trip to The-Place-Where-People-Have-Horrible-Tastebuds.
Then another friend of mine spent $5000 on an annual family trip to Somewhere-Where-Everything-Is-Fucking-Expensive. I doubt I’ll ever have such money to bring my entire family to even places like Phuket. Maybe Bintan and Batam. Maybe.
Face it. I hate the irregularities of life. More so I hate how we have such short lifespan, get hungry too fast, how our days aren’t long enough or how I get cramps in the middle of the night for no reason whatsoever.
I wish I had more friends. I wish I had matured faster. I wish I was taller.
I wish I was a guy.
But who am I to complain? I’m just one out of 6 billion people on Earth. They can do with one less. Doesn’t matter if I’m hateful or not. Nobody gives a fuck.
