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?) 


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  1. MaanviJune 9, 2024 at 11:32 PM

    Well, I think once you find a new high, you'll not get addicted to alcohol. (My personal addiction is books because whatever is going on in my house and my life, when I start reading, it doesn't matter. I'm a part of a diff world) And maybe it's wrong according to others, but right according to you so perpective differs, its your choice to make and cooking is healing I guess? So it cannot be right or wrong!

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