Admist all the anticipation, excitement and happiness of leaving in approximately 10 Saturdays, I harbour a tiny irrational fear in my gut and it is horrible despite the size.
Am I jeopardizing a life that could have worked out for me? Will I be returning to a place, to people I no longer can recognise not because they have changed but because I am different?
Ok, that makes up three tiny irrational fears, not one.
But any-oh-hows, I believe everything happened for a reason, and everything happens for a reason. Most importantly, everything You have planned out for me is flawless.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Working Life
This week was a truly exhausting, and frustrating week. I came close to tears so many times because of so many worthless policyholders. You all are in my book of people I don't wanna grow old into.
Sometimes I don't know if the money justifies the anger at all because I am angry 8 hours a day, Mondays to Fridays. And it feels feels horrible.
People give and credit themselves for their worst sides too much. If you really know how terrible you are, you won't just be paying us lip service.
Dear December, you have been missed♡
Sometimes I don't know if the money justifies the anger at all because I am angry 8 hours a day, Mondays to Fridays. And it feels feels horrible.
People give and credit themselves for their worst sides too much. If you really know how terrible you are, you won't just be paying us lip service.
Dear December, you have been missed♡
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