Meeting up with old friends can be quite pressurizing, especially when most of them are soon-to-be or already degree holders. A stable and high income seems so reachable within short period of time. Transportation does not seem to be a problem with the luxury lives.
What I’m left with is just years of ruins after perseverance towards unknown goals, using unplanned tactics. Sometimes I get humiliated by my honesty, with doubts and fears. I do not even know where to head to.
Some friends do give me hopes but it seems like having more choices can slow down a man more, especially choices that do not seem to be realistic, or not visible.
I hate totally not knowing what is going to happen next and I hate being doubted when I’m already doubting it myself.