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valar_morghulis21
All men must die.
- Jul 17, 2026
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It's 4 in the morning where I am now. Just make myself a bowl of yogurt in the kitchen and thinking about my parents. My dad just successfully went through a surgery to remove his pre-cancerous tissues. But it was his third time so the doctors said we must await further examination.
I don't really cry anymore, cause what's the point? Crying doesn't gonna change anything. But goddamn, it just hits me how completely alone in this world I am. Once my parents pass away, especially my mom, it's just gonna me versus the world. I wish I could call her up but we are in different countries and she's at work right now.
I've been playing Dave the Diver and watching "Don't trust the B in apartment 23" to numb whatever feelings I have, which is not alot in the first place. But yeah, staring down the yogurt bowl, thinking about my mom getting older, and what I am even doing with my life living in a foreign city that doesn't even want me here. My depression doesn't get better when I back at home, but at least I know I have my mom beside me. She's all I have, no matter how complicated our relationship are. Nature is fucking cruel man, for making moms mortal just like the rest of us. I never hug her, nor tell her I love her in my whole life, but I would give up my existence so she could turn back time and end up with a life happier than this.
Wonder how often do you folks cry? Does it come sudden like me?
I don't really cry anymore, cause what's the point? Crying doesn't gonna change anything. But goddamn, it just hits me how completely alone in this world I am. Once my parents pass away, especially my mom, it's just gonna me versus the world. I wish I could call her up but we are in different countries and she's at work right now.
I've been playing Dave the Diver and watching "Don't trust the B in apartment 23" to numb whatever feelings I have, which is not alot in the first place. But yeah, staring down the yogurt bowl, thinking about my mom getting older, and what I am even doing with my life living in a foreign city that doesn't even want me here. My depression doesn't get better when I back at home, but at least I know I have my mom beside me. She's all I have, no matter how complicated our relationship are. Nature is fucking cruel man, for making moms mortal just like the rest of us. I never hug her, nor tell her I love her in my whole life, but I would give up my existence so she could turn back time and end up with a life happier than this.
Wonder how often do you folks cry? Does it come sudden like me?
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