My life consists of coffee stains…

Life is made of black coffee, where you have to deal with the worst life experiences here. Back-stabbing, butt-kissing, stuffs like that. I know I suck at doing all this ever since I was in school, but I chose not to. There’s no point in joining a “fight” where you lose all humanity, only resorting to please yourself on other people’s unhappiness and misery. It’s not my game either as I don’t like to see other people feeling miserable just to make myself feel better.

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