Hate the mundane-ness of it.
I hate getting up in the morning and getting dressed to go to work; repeating it and get all excited over the arrival of Fridays. Spend the weekend chilling out, then complain about the start of the week on Mondays again.
I miss the feeling of not knowing which day of the week is it - because it simply doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter where I go, what I do, and what time is it - because it doesn't matter too.
I don't want to search for articles online, don't want to type reports - why should all these matter to me? I don't want to listen for people talking behind my back; don't want to do things simply because someone will be watching me all the time; don't want to have to watch my back all the time.
Sucks. Big time.
I'd rather be somewhere out there, cursing and swearing at people I don't know because they made my life difficult.
What am I doing here?
I know how whiny I sound, but what am I doing with my life?
I don't want to work because I need a job.
I don't want to stay on in this job because I need the money.
I don't want to do things because that's what I'm supposed to do.
I don't want to smile at people because they expect me to do that.
I don't want to second-guess the intentions of others.
I want to go out there and meet people.
Yes you shoud've realised by now.
I'm pms-ing.
Damn.
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