Time flies. I can't really say that things become better. Actually, everything is on the other way round.

I can't control myself from being frustrated and sentimental. I can't control myself from feeling difficult when I am beside her. I can't control myself from hiding myself in the group of people. I just can't. And I just don't understand why people love complaining every single day, just on the same little thing. And I just don't understand why other people would really pay more attention to them.  I am sure somebody must have gone through what they think worth complaining without ANY complaint. 

I don't know if these people just love complaining or they want to catch people's attention. But let me tell you, it's damn disgusting.

Should I be strong because I am at this position? I need to be, but I am not. It's just that people are unable to, or unwillng to, find out MY problem. And they would simply say I am not good enough as an IV. I am an IV, so I NEED to take care everyone's thought except mine. wth. Who is going to care about my thought? No one. I am the one to be blamed every time things go wrong. And I am the one who is forgotten when things go to appreciation of finishing a stuff. It's simply because no one cares about how much you contribute. No. I should put it this way: you SHOULD contribute, but no one cares about being thankful or understanding how difficult and time-consuming a work can be. haha. I am tired.

Oh by the way, do men love pitiful girls? Girls who SEEM to be able to live by herself are not attractive enough huh? haha it's damn interesting.

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