I don't like how I always come here to rant, and whine. And complain about how my life may suck when I'm perhaps luckier than 95% of the world for my clean water, ample food and healthy environment. Plus the efficient technology which eases my life.

But precisely because of this, the more insignificant I feel in life, the feelings come back again.
I need to find my own stuffs to do, my own life. Not the #foreveralone and suck thumb girl.
I always rant and rant and rant, like you would understand me. In fact, I don't even understand myself.

Really hate changes. Why must we keep changing plans or habits that I grew familiar and fond of? Why can't I tell God what exactly do I want, and I just get it? I am a frustratedgirl93 right now. Can my life get any worser? *This is a rhetorical question, please don't accept challenge dear life.