Is this this right?
A month has passed since that day. Only a mere month. But much has changed (or not). It's not the way I feel or the way I think about this place. I still don't know what have I got in these few weeks. All I can conclude is that I'm just tired. Tired from all this shit that have been going on.
People have been stereotyped and categorized, been blamed on and accused off; though only God knows the truth, been pushed this way and that, a lot of things happened. Too many 'advices' were given and they were not of the same direction/heading. Headaches are the results of this. Non-committal will lead to more 'advices'.
Money were paid and the products are not worthy of the payment. Non-payment will result in more bad-mouthing. Money flows like water. And it's not even mine to begin with. Mom and Dad had been working hard to provide that for me.
I tried to listen but I can only accept those that, to my opinion, is justifiable and logical, thus, making me close my hearing to all these rubbish being said. I tried to control my spending of money but if I do it more, I might as well not eat for the rest of my stay here. The food is just so-so, the list of things I need to buy is getting longer by the minute (most of them are NOT cheap), and I'm hungry and sleepy most of the time (being appointed as a gym facilitator without consent tends to do that to a person) makes the feeling of wanting to quit becomes stronger as time goes by. Being alone adds to that equation.
Right now I'm holding on to that one last tiny shred of sanity and patience. I no longer know until when can I hold on. Will it last is the question? But then Mom and Dad come to mind. Even though I'm almost at the end of my wits, I try to hold on for their sakes, for their hopes.
People have been stereotyped and categorized, been blamed on and accused off; though only God knows the truth, been pushed this way and that, a lot of things happened. Too many 'advices' were given and they were not of the same direction/heading. Headaches are the results of this. Non-committal will lead to more 'advices'.
Money were paid and the products are not worthy of the payment. Non-payment will result in more bad-mouthing. Money flows like water. And it's not even mine to begin with. Mom and Dad had been working hard to provide that for me.
I tried to listen but I can only accept those that, to my opinion, is justifiable and logical, thus, making me close my hearing to all these rubbish being said. I tried to control my spending of money but if I do it more, I might as well not eat for the rest of my stay here. The food is just so-so, the list of things I need to buy is getting longer by the minute (most of them are NOT cheap), and I'm hungry and sleepy most of the time (being appointed as a gym facilitator without consent tends to do that to a person) makes the feeling of wanting to quit becomes stronger as time goes by. Being alone adds to that equation.
Right now I'm holding on to that one last tiny shred of sanity and patience. I no longer know until when can I hold on. Will it last is the question? But then Mom and Dad come to mind. Even though I'm almost at the end of my wits, I try to hold on for their sakes, for their hopes.