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lately i've been having issues with my company, and the discontentment brewing within me is threatening to break loose. now i'd have to make a decision to either bury the voice called conscience, or move out and rebuild my work-persona before it gets too late.
with this weighing on my mind, i can't find the mood to be jovial at all. there are much more matters to reflect on, to think about, to put into plans, to act on. so out of breath. so exhaustive. so irksome, but all so important. no time left to procrastinate, no room for error, no chance to be a spoiled brat anymore. i hate growing up. i hate being a responsible adult. i hate feeling guilty for wanting to do things the way i want to.
i hate conventional, mundane life.
p/s: Khalil is so much love. it's been a while since i feel so touched by a mere voice through the speakers.
with this weighing on my mind, i can't find the mood to be jovial at all. there are much more matters to reflect on, to think about, to put into plans, to act on. so out of breath. so exhaustive. so irksome, but all so important. no time left to procrastinate, no room for error, no chance to be a spoiled brat anymore. i hate growing up. i hate being a responsible adult. i hate feeling guilty for wanting to do things the way i want to.
i hate conventional, mundane life.
p/s: Khalil is so much love. it's been a while since i feel so touched by a mere voice through the speakers.