I know there are things, many of which more pressing, yet I can't seem to put my mind to. Should I go back to studies? At my age? If yes, why? If no, why?
I can't shake off the fact that my poems suck. Really suck!
Am I making the most of my life? Sometimes I wish I have children...but I got no clue how to raise them up well...
The books, the words, all wasted...
Caught this flu that seems to gnaw away at my normal life...
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