Unless I'm on a holiday, I stay in my room almost all the time, reading or writing. Every day, I wake up thinking: What should I write today? On days when I barely produce anything I go to bed feeling depressed and guilty. If I don't make work for myself, there's nothing to do, but even when I'm working, I'm not earning consistently every month. Despite that, I'm happier with my life now. Because it's what I wanted.
— Nov 22, 2025 02:37AM
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