High-pitched complaining session.

Honestly I miss writing. Imma having trouble free-time to sit down and write something. Same goes to reading. What happen to me? My weekdays constantly livin with crap-pay-check job. I miss doin event and meet people. I ran from where I learned first step into the real freakin-event-job. It's hard to survive, I just can't take it anymore. My recent work place is horrible. Why all the staff being too racist, selfish, wicked and jeopardize?

I'm still trying you know. Be out there, livin what I really wanted.

At some point, I cried after facing the insecurity. I was a lil tiny close to cried in public. I don't know who to blame but my mind already shred into pieces.

Every morning, I say to myself to hold on tight. Keep everything together and believe on justify.

I wanna be alone. People are too loud talking to others, complaining most certainly. I don't trust them. Talking behind their buds and smiling like nothing happen. How could you?

So many knives and arrows and I'm not sure should I prevent or let it stab me? I'm doin my own work, sometimes I bear a grudge and second after that, I feel wonderful. Why that emotion keep circling around. I don't want that.

Shenanigans, I'm sittin here watching all the dramas. Listening and tryin to figure out.

I'm not done yet

xx