Rat race, we call it.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sometimes, i know that it's a mixture of everything. Money, Results, Work, Beauty. Everything plays a part in that piece of anger. Everything. I couldn't do much as the fugitive, i know that she can't do much as well. That's how the society works and functions and she, as a mother, is just trying to do her best to make sure that I make my mark in the future. However, I wonder if she knows that I'm trying my best to do everything while I know that she has already done her best. It's tiring how society works, rat race, we call it.I love you mum. I really do.
--Merci tout le monde--
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