rage

I’m on rage.

This month is probably the most depressing moment in my 3 years living here. Problems came and go like winds. Winds that can laugh at your misery, that is. Just when I thought this year is probably the best on my 16 years; nah, it’s not. noep. It’s horrible. I’m broke and the paycheck is not coming (yet), I lost my phone, mum’s wrist watch, and a dear plastic bottle. And also almost break my long time glasess.

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