Now my life is screwed, I'm not happy at all in the things I do.
I don't have a passion for business.
I don't like to read thousand of pages of a fucking damn textbook which the content will eventually became a history once I step my feet out of the varsity.
I don't like to search for journals or articles by sacrificing the whole night and skimming what can be implemented in my bloody assignments.
I don't like the hectic life I'm going through now.
I don't like the fact that I'm actually struggling to even breathe...
Gimme any good reasons that I should be happy!
If you're telling me that I should be grateful for what I have, that I can breathe and talk and walk and eat,SCRAP THAT!!!