Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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I know I keep making threads like these, sorry for sounding like a broken record. But it just bothers me so much.
I seriously don't get it, I need it explained to me. I remember being in school and hating life the moment I got there. I literally compared it to prison over and over. One of the reasons I got so depressed even at that early age of ~14 was knowing that my whole life was going to be such slavery.
And it's not just the country I'm in. Even if I lived in a country where you had some money left after bills, food etc... even if I was being paid insane money and had like $2000 left after paying for necessities, I still would be horribly miserable.
Even now, I have it relatively easy. All I have to do is 4 days, 4 hours a day of uni in the evenings. And guess what? I hate it so fucking much my entire day is ruined, knowing that in the afternoon I have to go there. It's literally weighing on me so much the entire day is fucked and I'm somewhat on edge. Sunday is fucked altogether knowing that Monday it starts all over.
So how? How do people tolerate it? I could have all the money in the world and a woman who loves me, and I'd still hate my life if I had to slave away like that.
I seriously don't get it, I need it explained to me. I remember being in school and hating life the moment I got there. I literally compared it to prison over and over. One of the reasons I got so depressed even at that early age of ~14 was knowing that my whole life was going to be such slavery.
And it's not just the country I'm in. Even if I lived in a country where you had some money left after bills, food etc... even if I was being paid insane money and had like $2000 left after paying for necessities, I still would be horribly miserable.
Even now, I have it relatively easy. All I have to do is 4 days, 4 hours a day of uni in the evenings. And guess what? I hate it so fucking much my entire day is ruined, knowing that in the afternoon I have to go there. It's literally weighing on me so much the entire day is fucked and I'm somewhat on edge. Sunday is fucked altogether knowing that Monday it starts all over.
So how? How do people tolerate it? I could have all the money in the world and a woman who loves me, and I'd still hate my life if I had to slave away like that.