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Mood: Bad.

Festive spirit: None.

Head: Fucked.

They: You should get a job now, you're going anywhere with your life. You should lost weight, you're unattractive. You should work out. You should go to the doctor, you are a irresponsible person. You should be heterosexual, any other sexual orientation is wrong. You should have lots of friends, you're  antisocial or what. You should have long hair, that's how girls wear it. You should have a boyfriend, or are you lesbian? You should come to family meetings, you don't care about anyone. You should know this, you should know that, you should know everything I ask. You should do what I think it's better for you, your opinion doesn't count, because you're an inexperience person, or you're childish anyway. Your lifestyle is worrying me to death.

Me: I realize I'm going to die young then.