20, soon, this number will grow as time goes by. 2015 almost reached it's end.
When 2016 come, I'll be 21. What can I say? I don't really care or excited about my age number. But come to think of it. I have to come to my senses.
I've lived for 20 years. What on earth have I done for my whole life? Success in my study? Nope, I did not manage to graduate my last year in high school. Or should I say only 5months of study when I'm 17? And decided to stop studying.
Having a job with good pay? With my qualification, there's not much to choose from. That's why I never have any job other than F&B industry related. Imagine having only 1200 to be spent for the whole month in Kuala Lumpur. Just how long I can survive?
For these 20 years, I felt that I'm useless, because I never have a life goal. I don't even own any skill. I don't even know how to cook good food, or rarely I did housework.
Have my own family? I don't even have a boyfriend. All I get is pressure, asking when will I actually get married? You know what? I might be thinking that someday I'll actually get settled down with a stranger that I don't love, get married and moved on with life.
I can be concluded as a complete failure you've ever known. Nothing about me is to be proud of. =_=
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