Life is too good for me. That's why I dwell in the sea of luxury, and don't do anything.
Too pampered.
I know, things should be done this way instead : Your life is too good, you should get good results to make your parents happy.
But I'm not doing it.
Why? I don't know. Selfish perhaps. I'm screwed. And I keep giving excuses, procrastinating.
Shit. Time is running out.