Inclusion
Life was simple, life is simple. Life was derived like a soft heart. But yet there's a void in my life. Doing things doesn't makes me happy, rather not even content. Like what wrong I did, just doing a job as a respect for my culinary. Somthing I contemplate "what's really makes me happy, what make me feel life" haven't found the answer to that yet But yeah still trying. Life is weird. When I was a child I ode myself to never touch alcohol. But now the temptation is unreal. I don't like the taste of alcohol but enjoy the "high" I get from it. Someone recently said somthing that I'll probably never forget "respect your food, be proud of what you make, even if it's wrong" and doing wrong things improves me I reckon, I don't know.( no one is gonna read it but yeah its 3 am rn and night vent I reckon?) Thank you