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105'08
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First day of work! NOT FUN. BORING. 6000 name lists to call, you must be kidding! Well, that's what i have to call for 2 more weeks and off i am! hahas. At least, money is entering my pocket now. Better than rotting at home. Strictly speaking, today was like a warm-up to get me familiarise with the role. I'm getting the hang of it. YEP.
Somehow, i wish i am able to understand myself: make clear of my emotions and work towards the first thought. I do not wish to dwell, i just want to move on, like how everybody is able to. I wonder if i'm dumb not being able to, or are my fellow human beings purely heartless, cold-blooded..
I hate, i really do.
IT HURTS LIKE SHIT.
half a year passed,
silence drew an obscure shade of us.
weapons in the form of memories,
they dont stab; they torture.
hangouts became haunted,
like movies i feared the most.
Nothing was left in my possessions;
but i left my everything, else where.
it's unimaginable
how deep the impact is;
how it robs my faith and confidence..
I can't believe i'm losing it now. It was kept for so long, i thought i'm just fine with it. Well, I know what's the point now? People are happy the way they are. I bet they cant even remember my name, let alone remembering that i existed in their lives. Seriously, i was so taken aback by my reactions. I cant believe it actually hurts so bad for a tough cookie i claimed to be. I know it's foolish, knowing all my pain would not be reciprocated with a single comforting word. What's the point? But i guess, when extremes come.. this is how bad i lose.
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:) :/
First day of work! NOT FUN. BORING. 6000 name lists to call, you must be kidding! Well, that's what i have to call for 2 more weeks and off i am! hahas. At least, money is entering my pocket now. Better than rotting at home. Strictly speaking, today was like a warm-up to get me familiarise with the role. I'm getting the hang of it. YEP.
Somehow, i wish i am able to understand myself: make clear of my emotions and work towards the first thought. I do not wish to dwell, i just want to move on, like how everybody is able to. I wonder if i'm dumb not being able to, or are my fellow human beings purely heartless, cold-blooded..
I hate, i really do.
IT HURTS LIKE SHIT.
half a year passed,
silence drew an obscure shade of us.
weapons in the form of memories,
they dont stab; they torture.
hangouts became haunted,
like movies i feared the most.
Nothing was left in my possessions;
but i left my everything, else where.
it's unimaginable
how deep the impact is;
how it robs my faith and confidence..
I can't believe i'm losing it now. It was kept for so long, i thought i'm just fine with it. Well, I know what's the point now? People are happy the way they are. I bet they cant even remember my name, let alone remembering that i existed in their lives. Seriously, i was so taken aback by my reactions. I cant believe it actually hurts so bad for a tough cookie i claimed to be. I know it's foolish, knowing all my pain would not be reciprocated with a single comforting word. What's the point? But i guess, when extremes come.. this is how bad i lose.
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