What is it about job-hunting that fills you with self-doubt? I can't seem to escape it. Am in fact, drowning in it. I hate to say this but I really hate job hunting, and then the process of finding out that you hate working too. What an inevitable paradox. I just wish I could be a bit more reckless and less responsible, without others frowning upon me.
It is true. My parents have provided well for me. Currently, I live with no adult worries, house loans, car loans, insurances payments etc. they don't seem to concern me. And I do not ever want them to ever be a cause of concern. But I know, am living on borrowed time. My folks are getting on with ages, and I hardly seem to be the sturdy pillar they can rely on. Maybe all these factors end up making me feel so bad about myself, every single day.
I never laughed so much since last time- Misha is a terror in the comedy department.
I have woken up my idea. Really, am not deserving of love.
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