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Raised as the ultimate nemesis day of the year!!

This actually happened two months ago, and we took pictures because it was the day when we felt peak and nemesis plummet.

Normally bad things, we will let them happen and pass, but there must be at least one day in a lifetime when it feels unfortunate to visit non-stop, and it is that day, haha.

That day was a normal working day, but the time was very tired, because the whole job was already beset, when life began to adjust, got more responsible work, received less support, position as before, no one helped, did not accept more people (like using a lucky card with last year, haha). People we do not like are getting married, it is normal for people in the department including customers to be happy with him, the spotlight will go to her full, the problems at home follow incessantly. Now everyone starts to get to feel us, haha. It comes from many ways.

In fact, no one is wrong about this. It's the rhythm of life, when we feel bad, jealous, not satisfied with what we have.

That evening we were so tired, so bad day that we wanted to rush home. Once we called the car, we rushed to get in the car, but ran less than a kilo. The car went off!!

Where did it go out? The lane at the far end of Bang Na-Trad Road, hahahaha. The car didn't even start, so I had to help the driver push the car across the 3-lane road to park at the foot of the foot with a suit!! (that day was a set to meet the customer) and wait for another car to pick up for another one hour. Because that day, Bang Na-Trad had an accident. The new car didn't pick up at all. Thank you to the driver that day who tried to call another driver to pick us up and thank you for grabbing the bike.

In fact, it was lucky that it didn't crash on the freeway, or I would have walked home. I was tired, but I was lucky before I started Songkran.

Come to think about it, we can hardly remember that day because over time, we forget, haha. If we are tired, try to sleep. Wake up another day and disappear. There is strength to start again.

# lemon 8 invites # Life problems # Peak story # luckygirl syndrome ♩ Experience recounting

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