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I am feeling demotivated and discouraged.
Looking from the dark corner of my desk, looking at the empty spaces.
I feel left behind. I feel gloomy. I feel weak.
This morning, I almost wanna quit what I was doing.
Maybe like they said, when you have enough of it you will not attend to it anymore.
I have enough of the fingers pointing, irresponsible, laziness, childish behaviors and stupidities.
I'm all full.
My tank ain't gonna be enough of any of these.
My hands are full.
I have more than enough to do.
My plate is full.
I have more than enough to think.
I am running out of time.
I am afraid of falling.
I am breaking down.
I am crying.