Tonight, my leave ends. It's funny how people from my work place would take leave to just rest at home. And yes, I am not the only one. Somehow, I dread going back to work- the madness, the rush, the late meals (if they ever come), the fucking that you somehow have to endure. Times like these are when what an old friend said makes a lot of sense- if i had known what to do at that moment and up to your standard, then your years of experience would have counted for nothing.
Standards...it all comes up to the expectations that people hold us up to. In this instance, the level of standard that people expect of me. I still dont feel like writing even though I have tons on my mind.
Sometimes, it'd be nice to just have someone to talk to
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