MYS 57
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Everything that happens has a purpose and a purpose. Those words always ring in my ears.
Grandma's words were etched every time I was dumbfounded and couldn't think straight. Either way, I feel useless. Even when I opened my eyes in the morning, I was confused.
Wondering what to do today. Even I get upset when the call of nature comes tickling my ass. I was too reluctant to get out of bed and walk out of the room. I'm that stupid. Getting even more stupid because I realized that I was really stupid.
Moreover, supported by the atmosphere of a quiet house like a cemetery. After all, I also don't care where the whole house goes? The fewer people, the better it will feel.
I was able to absorb the anxiety of my heart very perfectly. Without anyone else bothering or just interrupting asking for this or that help.
