Though this kind of work life will not happen on every other working day and will only happen on peak periods for probably a few weeks to a month, it is not healthy.
This is bad. It’s affecting my usual self.
Together with my emotional and sensitive character, every little happening appears to be so negative to me.
I can’t help but keep dwelling in the depressing side of me.
I need a shoulder for me to cry on. I need comfort.
A piece of poem I fell in love with during my Perth trip
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