Working my butts off to meet other people's expectation, I keep thinking whether I am doomed or damned to such behaviour. I even feel wrong to take a nap in the afternoon, or waste time watching a tv soap that I like. It is all because if I take time for myself, I would not have spare time for others.
Sometimes I just tell myself to live with depression. It has been a few years...
You see, it is damned.