A Big Mac was not born yesterday and a lot of bad luck
day 43
A Big Mac yesterday and a lot of bad luck.
It will not stop. Bad luck follows me, happiness can be for a moment and look disappears. This is much worse than if the happiness would not have been there. Then you could at least get used to the pitch and come to terms with it, but if you luck rubbed constantly under the nose, the pitch is much more dramatic. The tears flow too often. Drama. I feel betrayed, useless, not good enough. Tomorrow is Monday, fits very well to change around. Do I now put forward a to-do list
Conclusion: no motivation, no plans, no development, no progress, no recognition, no affection. Standstill.
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