
Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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Time sure does fly when you're rotting. Even after many years, maybe even a decade of searching for things to enjoy in this life other than rotting, my far from neurotypical brain just doesn't like anything.
I suppose time flies when you're enjoying yourself, and I guess I truly do enjoy rotting. A month passes by and it feels like less than a week. Anything else other than rotting in bed browsing the internet and watching sitcoms pissing the day away simply pales in comparison. I guess I have such a comfy setup my brain just is repulsed by anything else.
Alas, it's come to and end. In a few days I have due some MAJOR projects. I postponed them for 5 weeks, I preferred to rot in peace for 5 weeks and block any thought of them from my mind. Got probably like 35 pages worth of work. Hard research too, can't plagiarize shit, gotta pull it out my ass and do it obama self.
And after all this shit, then I'll have exams, and then gonna have to work on this long ass thesis like 80 pages or whatever the fuck they require. And then boom, gonna have to get a fucking job when I finally graduate with this piece of shit useless fucking meme degree that they make me work like a dog for even though it's fucking worthless for anyone except for those extroverted ass-kissing high energy normies that already have jobs lined up. And then I'll eventually be a wageslave making peanuts, yearning for the days when I could rot in bed all day. Ohh I can picture it clear as day, how much I'll hate working. Words can't describe how much I'll hate it, the past 12 or so years of depression will seem like happy times. 8+ hours a day of torture for nothing in return, fucking shit ass country with shit ass wages. It's like the myth of Sisyphus up in this bitch. Hope the fucking boulder rolls over me so I don't have to do this shit.
I suppose time flies when you're enjoying yourself, and I guess I truly do enjoy rotting. A month passes by and it feels like less than a week. Anything else other than rotting in bed browsing the internet and watching sitcoms pissing the day away simply pales in comparison. I guess I have such a comfy setup my brain just is repulsed by anything else.
Alas, it's come to and end. In a few days I have due some MAJOR projects. I postponed them for 5 weeks, I preferred to rot in peace for 5 weeks and block any thought of them from my mind. Got probably like 35 pages worth of work. Hard research too, can't plagiarize shit, gotta pull it out my ass and do it obama self.
And after all this shit, then I'll have exams, and then gonna have to work on this long ass thesis like 80 pages or whatever the fuck they require. And then boom, gonna have to get a fucking job when I finally graduate with this piece of shit useless fucking meme degree that they make me work like a dog for even though it's fucking worthless for anyone except for those extroverted ass-kissing high energy normies that already have jobs lined up. And then I'll eventually be a wageslave making peanuts, yearning for the days when I could rot in bed all day. Ohh I can picture it clear as day, how much I'll hate working. Words can't describe how much I'll hate it, the past 12 or so years of depression will seem like happy times. 8+ hours a day of torture for nothing in return, fucking shit ass country with shit ass wages. It's like the myth of Sisyphus up in this bitch. Hope the fucking boulder rolls over me so I don't have to do this shit.
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