people ask me what does a poor boy do

again i’m making my life difficult.. thinking too much, assuming too much, expecting too much, hoping too much.. i should go to some hard-labour working camp.. like those coal-mines in china, where people still carry the coal out using buckets.. something where i wouldn’t have to think.. couldn’t think actually ’cause i’d be too exhausted to think..  or somewhere similar, where constant exposure to dangers would hold my thoughts constantly on keeping myself alive.. not things like giving lessons or finishing school.. yeah i know.. i’ve been reading national geographic again..

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