Again. When I dreaded going to work and could barely hide the fact that I don't enjoy being there.
When I hate seeing my colleagues faces and facing their pretense, when all they do is talk about other people behind their backs.
I'm sure they have been talking about me too, but fuck them. For the fact, they are too dull most of the times.
Slowpoke. Talks about most uninteresting stuff. Shallow. Typical. Obviously not, and never will be my type.
I need to finish my novel in 7 days and I am struggling with 5 more chapters. Seksa, seksa.
I wanna cry. I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
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