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Thursday, August 24, 2017
I think I've lived long enough.
It's time to exit Earth.
But too many responsibilities are tying me down.
As a mother and as a child.
At home and at work.
I just can't let it go. So why did I even think about exiting life?
Too many responsibilities... that's what makes me down. And that's what keeps me here. When will these responsibilities let me go?
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
My kids are just not how I want my kids to be. They prefer their main caretaker more to their mum.
The caretakers are not doing what I wish they do. We do not speak the same language.
I am a failure. People think I'm a lousy mother. I think I'm a lousy mum.
I'm as unsuccessful as a person could get. There is no meaning in living this lousy unsuccessful life at all.
I wish I'm dead. Then they can do whatever they want to do.
Then i don't have to work. The kids will still be loved by the people that spoil them.
It will be perfect.
A simple wish. But so hard to fulfill.