When Growing Old

Money come and go, so don’t stress about it. Just like people, they come and go, again don’t stress about it.

When you grow old, you absolutely give less fucks about things that doesn’t matter in the end, like being liked, being popular, to be socially accepted.

I’ve made many mistakes, I’ve learned things the hard way. I know what it is to be lonely, to have no one, but you keep fighting because you are proud at least you are on your own, not dependent on the money your parents give you. I know the struggle, it’s what keeps me going.

I’m tired to please everyone, well… I’m not a jar of nutella or even a slice of pizza. If you don’t like parting then say no, stay home and f*cking enjoy that bed. Life is too short to live a miserable life, I might die tomorrow, you might die tomorrow so enjoy every last bit of it.