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I'm failing my classes in college, I have no time for sleep, eat and do things that makes me feel human. I have no friends. Ever since I started college I haven't made any friends I can be close with. I was still at home manipulated by some conservative rules. My job don't pay enough for me to even afford living on my own. I don't even have a boyfriend. Now I'm gaining weight, growing lots of pimples, and is extremely depressed. My parents told me to live all those goals one by one. Finish college first and then the others. I always know happiness is pursue not given. So I want to pursue them but one thing I don't know, does pursuing them take a long time or not? Does pursuing happiness even mean pursuing success? What is success?
Another blends of colours, orange, deep red and light green, throw in a mix of feelings, voila, it's something that spice up my days, her days.
Being in a career I love so much I don't look forward to my days off anymore. In school days I always got something planned with friends for the weekend but it all changed and that sums up my resolutions for next year I'm going to try to make time for everyone else not just myself and family.
I get tored more easily during winter time, and my family think I am more lazy.
just started a new job. mistakenly, I got involved with the guy who conducted my interview. I don't work with him directly, but he doesn't hesitate to make it really obvious we have something going on. I'm attracting the hatred of my female coworkers (he's apparently always been a flirt) and also a lot of the other guys who seemed to like interacting with me have stepped back except for one guy I knew before starting here. But now, that guy as we were all on our way out tonight, snuck a grab at my butt when we were talking to a few people today. I changed my hair, to a much more conservative style actually so I was getting a bit of attention but now I feel really weird.
the first cubicle in the fourth floor washroom at my work has been my sanctuary. not because I can poop in there peacefully but it is so comfy and private. i can rest and be alone, away from everyone. mingling with people at work is just too tiring for me.
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At work, I have a crush on my supervisor (I'll just call him E). He's my age. Well his little brother started working there too, which is cool, he's a nice kid. Well my mom (who works there too) walks up to me and nudges me and says "Wow, look at Mini E. You should get some of that!" I'm disgusted. I know I'm only 22 and he's 18, but he's barely 18 and he is fresh out of high school. I can't believe my mom would say something like that. And she knows I have a crush on E! Why on earth would I hit on his brother?! I just can't stop thinking about it, I'm so upset she even suggested it.
Our hands brushed. Was it an accident? Or did he intentionally grab my hand instead of literally anywhere else on the box? It was just for a second, if even that long, but it was just enough time to make me blush, to send an electric shock straight to my heart. His hand was cold but comforting. Rough but tender. And at a time when I felt like I was drowning, him touching my hand was like him pulling me up from down below. I just wish it lasted longer.