Trapped, perhaps.
i’m feeling beat, bored, sad, angry, excited, depressed, and useless all at once. my eyes hurt, i think it’s lacking in oxygen due to over 12 hours usage of lens from monday to wednesday, and from staring at the blinking screen in those hours. i’ve typed up 2342314142 pieces of frigging appeals today - okay thats exaggerating - but it was closed. ended up i didnt get to finish cos chris piled me with somemore and i think tomorrow morning i will finish it off. the guys at work were great, just that i think i’m weird cos the more people nag, scold or tease me, the more i got the urge to giggle and smile. boy, i must be mad. lunch was good, fish soup i loved. so far, i liked my job, but tomorrow we got a meeting and it sounds pretty scary. i’m feeling worried about the interview on friday, i hope it will turn out good. i hope we will win, despite the slimmed chances that we have. i really really hope that my guardian angel’s looking over me now. please give all the best to my Mum, i pray.
i’m sinned for killing trees by wasting this whole stack of good paper today. whoops.
tomorrow and the days after would be better, i would make sure of that. i love my people.

I know that this world isn't always the safest place. I wanted to write this down, because we could die tomorrow; And you will never know, just how much you meant to me. ♥


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