I’ll always remember this moment in time when I’m relatively poor.

Imagine having a shelter above your head and technology and internet within your grasp, but only to barely scrape by to pay for internet, and bills.

I’m so ashamed of myself.

Despite having the leverage to earn money online and propel my career, I still heavily underperformed.

I’m sorry to all the people who want to be in my position.

I’m sorry for my ancestors who fought for the country’s freedom.

I’m sorry to my mother, who I failed to upkeep my promises to.

Today, I intend to chase after my future even if I have to crawl.

I don’t care anymore.

Fuck the fear, fuck the social shame, fuck the pressure.

It’s better to die trying, than to live like garbage.