I think it’s time to talk about myself. I’m not a good girl, i never been. I smoke, I drink, I don’t have a job, and I’m a pessimist. I smile everyday, but that doesn’t meani’m happy.I care my family, but they don’t care me, which makes me crezy. I hate that. I can’t understand why i can’t live a life whith someone I love, why I should give them a lot of money just because they give me a life. If they only care about money why they choose to raise me.
Okey, I’m a bad bad bad girl.
As a freelancer, I have to work very very hard. I always work day and night, which ruined my health. The day when I went to hospital, the word cancer jumped out, which scare me a little,then i calm down, refuse to do futher check. I went home, continue my life. I don’t care if I’m really in the shit, I know i can’t pay for that, I can’t make someone worry about me. Life has to go on, nothing can change that.
Am I stupid? Yes!