I know it’s the same old repetitive thing, but yes I’m sick of my job. And H, you’re damn right this isn’t the job for me. You can’t expect me to smile at sorting papers and feel enthusiastic about digging cupboards finding stuff. But still.

Someone once said, sometimes people don’t appreciate the extra effort you put in, that extra mile that you go, so why bother?

True. After all, people are fast to criticise and love making conclusions base on 5% of the big picture. So what are we striving for? For ourselves. For the sense of satisfaction that you get when you accomplish something after giving your best.

Others can never see what’s your heart really like, neither can you see theirs. For all you know, they might win an award for acting.

The world is that unfair and scary. You can just switch on defence mode and keep everyone out. But then again, it’s sad to live like that your whole life.

human beings;
clarice