the worst part of it all is this ache i feel. the fact that come the 1st, the heartache and suppressing my anger till i shed angry tears when i opened my mail one day only to find out that all my efforts had gone to waste and in particular to someone else who changed my name to his name and got them credits. i felt the very sharp pain behind my back. it's not balanced at all, what the hell am i doing there still? it's no use how much ive put in. i was so so close & then i saw how unqualified i was. depressed and feeling all shitty. this is so sad because it is the people at work that makes work don't feel like work.
all this fatigue, backstabbing and whatever bull there is, im still very much thankful to Allah, yes. everything happens for a reason. good news is always a great way to pick up your day from falling apart. i think after 2 and a half years, i got what i fought hard for. my hand's still holding the door open & my foot's just itching to step out. i pray that everything will go all fine after the 2nd one. insyallah.
im glad i still have you dearest.
you will always be my baby.
