I am an only child, I do everything on my own, only parents help me, they all have their families, all the time goes for their needs, there is no space for anything, the older they get, the meaner they seem to be.

Time doesn't go to work anymore, only personal things matter, its all gone, to some life, you have just chosen for you, you like almost everything, easy living, nothing goes wrong, you let all the others to think.

You are not polite at all, you pay for your needs, like they do in every field, you all love your families, you haven´t seen anything else, you just say home on the same doors. needs