I don’t know if I will share it or not. Most probably will at some later date. I feel unhealthy mentally. Exhausted. And I don’t know why.
I wish I didn’t exist. The epidemic of existential crisis in the teens of today, I thought I had solved out my identity. Maybe I have and this is just my moment is doubt. Storm before a calm.
I don’t have any money. That’s the biggest issue of course. Then there’s love, that usually follows the smell of new Dollars. Natural and understandable for our Desi society. Then there’s home, a place that I adore and hate at the same time. That dad made me reach NUST. It’s not the end of the world, but for a middle class working guy, it’s not less either. I have siblings to take care of. Myself to lead to success. Propaganda to avoid. This crowd of a nation to teach, atleast put my part in the betterment of it. I have to figure out religion. These are the fucks that I give.
Help. Please.
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