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Everytime I step into home after a long day at work, I will recoil myself in my depressive mode in the corner of my bed. I would lay still for at least 15 minutes, doing absolutely nothing but thinking and wondering why I have reached that state of unrelenting position. Then, I would think about my next step in life, and would ponder about everything in case something goes wrong. I would think of alternative ways to let out my angst and dejection.
I know I should not expect perfection in every plan and execution. But sometimes I feel that the tests are far too great for a body like mine to handle. As I stay in my coiled position in the corner of my bed, I started to think about all the iniquity I had consummate all the years passed. I dunno what retribution is, but I guess this is prolly it.
It sucks to know that I am going somewhere but nowhere concrete enough to assure myself. I feel downcasted every time I reach the mobile and dial the numbers. Last night, I was prolly the saddest person on earth at that moment when the news was released to me. Why did I bring this on myself? I should not intervene with fate, time and emotional statures. But I tried to take everything in my hands, hoping that things would turn out my way better. I just cannot take the backseat, but instead, succumbed to my itchy ass to interfere with things that have prolly been written.
I should stay outta these kinda conversations. They are my worst enemies. I really need help. Could anyone introduce me to a mental doctor?
I know I should not expect perfection in every plan and execution. But sometimes I feel that the tests are far too great for a body like mine to handle. As I stay in my coiled position in the corner of my bed, I started to think about all the iniquity I had consummate all the years passed. I dunno what retribution is, but I guess this is prolly it.
It sucks to know that I am going somewhere but nowhere concrete enough to assure myself. I feel downcasted every time I reach the mobile and dial the numbers. Last night, I was prolly the saddest person on earth at that moment when the news was released to me. Why did I bring this on myself? I should not intervene with fate, time and emotional statures. But I tried to take everything in my hands, hoping that things would turn out my way better. I just cannot take the backseat, but instead, succumbed to my itchy ass to interfere with things that have prolly been written.
I should stay outta these kinda conversations. They are my worst enemies. I really need help. Could anyone introduce me to a mental doctor?
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