.Wednesday, June 24, 2009 Y
I hate this feeling. I hate it when I'm not able to go out as and when I like anymore. I hate it when I can't do anything to make things better.
I'm unhappy with myself. Unhappy at the fact that I chose this job. The fact that I'm feeling attached to the ward that I don't really want to ask for a tranfer to a place where I can work office hours.
I guess that's what they mean when they say, "In life, you gain some, you lose some."
Whatever. I'm going to bed. I hope it'll get better tomorrow, though I know it probably won't. ):
waiting for you right here
1:15:00 AM
