
Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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There's a feeling of sheer dread that takes over me when I have to go outside. Anxiety, my heart starts beating much faster, I get a little bit cold, like the blood rushes out of my face.
I hate going outside. The hate of going outside still hasn't healed, even after a few years of being forced to wageslave and thus having to go outside every day. I guess years of rotting in my room as much as possible has lasting effects.
During my free time I still get to lay in my room with my laptop doing nothing and talking to nobody. It's glorious. Too bad that by being a wageslave you hardly have any free time, regardless of how meaningless and unimportant your job is or the peanuts they pay you.
I hate going outside. The hate of going outside still hasn't healed, even after a few years of being forced to wageslave and thus having to go outside every day. I guess years of rotting in my room as much as possible has lasting effects.
During my free time I still get to lay in my room with my laptop doing nothing and talking to nobody. It's glorious. Too bad that by being a wageslave you hardly have any free time, regardless of how meaningless and unimportant your job is or the peanuts they pay you.