i cried

you read it right. i cried. it was no usual day for me to begin with.

i have no plans of going back to my office anyways.

but i had to.

i must.

so many unfinished business only a responsible me can handle.

(hoping i really am responsible)

bubba doesn't know.

i cried...

many tears...

unsaid pain. from doing things only masochist can bare.

i am tired of my job in a way no word can explain.

i want to run. far away from everything.

if only things are as easy as saying it.

im doomed.

i can't function well.

still meeting my metrics at work but it was like programmed, all of it.

no emotions, no nothing.

i never knew it could be as tiring as it is now.

i use to blab to my friends that i am receiving a salary better than those who work their ass off in the morning shift and i never have to bring my job at home, but i was wrong.

it's like the more stay at that station the more im losing my soul.

is it really worth it?

the increase in my salary almost every month for a job well done?

i can't quit.

i dying.

i can sense my death.

max one month from now.