..A World of Nonsense..

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is the remaining 20 hours of my life.

Maybe I'll regret not living enough out of it.

Maybe I'll cherish even more things.

Love my family more,

Maybe I will laugh more.

Smile more.

Work harder and be more intelligent in coming to decisions.

Accept more things a little

Know more people

Love more widely

Give more generosity Travel to countries I've wanna go.

Stop being a dick Try more stuffs.

Less criticism to people

Spend more time with friends.

And just to look at her for the last time.

And all that is what I thought I would do when I'm left with 20 hours to live. Surely there's a difference between knowing how long you'd live and not knowing it.

Might just go to sleep and never feel anything ever again. And missed all the things cherishable, lovable and the construction process of ones' dreams and ambitions. All that will be taken along are just bags of regret. Who would want these weighing down on his/her grave?

I'm in super deep shit mood last few weeks, I may just be too tired. Maybe i'm just too alone. But with this life-less and low prospective job, I'm just worried about every tomorrow.

I may have more moody times again, but I hope I can remind myself through those times. I want to be my old self.

"I'm nobody, that's what I am. It's the simplest thing I can remember. So I remember it."

- Al Ray

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