Friday, January 24, 2025

 Friday, January 24, 2025







I'm depressed. I think about the fact that the odds of me finding my first career and first boyfriend are worse than winning the lottery without buying a lottery ticket. I spend almost everyday and every hour alone.



I don't have plans the next few days.



I want to work on my writing and other things but I feel like going to bed most of the time.




March 15 will be my birthday. As usual I won't have a party and I won't have any gifts.



I don't know what to do and I don't think anyone can help me. I don't know why I keep going...

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