It was a fine morning of August 1 when I finally realized of how hard it is to live a man's life.
These two months was fantastic. They would've been the highlight of my life or maybe the best sixty days I've ever had. For some, it was a sitter. A complete waste of time. They said I should have attended those fucking interview and grab myself a fucking fortune.
Because I am now at an age where enjoying life was an absolute taboo. All I need to do is to work hard, make a lot of cash and then get married.
All and all, like I was already a fucking thirty years old stud.
Oh god, I know I should pick a homo life, instead.