The number of times I set my mind to be more involved in work.
I failed the equal number.
I feel really sick, tired, depressed every single time after the failed attempt.
I decided. I will not be bothered by it anymore.
Numbers will just be numbers. Sickening work politics/culture will not affect me. And every thing doesnt concern me.
I will just do what I am given and nothing more. Afterall I din work because I like it. I work just for the money. Because with money I can do lots of things.
You know, I really do want to be someone who can make it big in life, rich, independant, knowledgeable, someone my parents can be proud of, or even someone I myself can be proud of.
But apparently it doesnt seem like I am cut out for it. It can be so fascinating how clueless I still am in life.
That aside, not like I only realised it now. I will still attempt to do more for my life. Because afterall there is no one else you can depend on but yourself.
I hope that tonight will be the last night I will shed work-related tears.
Good bye work. You sucked. Just give me the money.
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