So, here I am again fighting with constant conversation in my head about what is the meaning of life? Not philosophically, but more like questioning myself. Do I really still needed as a person? What is the meaning of me being alive? And is there a person out there who cared whether I'm alive or not? Because the last time I check, no one seems to care enough. Yes, they asked about how's life recently, when will I get married, when will I graduated, what is my plan for the next few years, and et cetera. But, it's just for the sake of keeping up with the competition. It's like "Well, he already achieved that, so I must be better." type of conversation. It will always end up with they showing off what they have done in life. I don't really care about the tangible things, to be honest. I don't like the talk about how much money you produced in a month. I don't even care about your plan to get married before you turned 25. I don't really want...
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