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.
