Had a lot to let out but somehow as my fingers are about to hit the keyboard, they're left hanging in mid air. There are just so many stuff squished in my head now i cant let it all out. I'm just so sick and tired of work. Feeling my absolutely crappiest today. I dont get it. I just dont get it. I try. God knows i try so hard. I push. I search. I call. I persuade. I sweet talk. I hide my uneasiness, my crappiness, my i-dont-give-a-shitness whether your company saves on the bloody tax or not, my moodiness, my depressed soul, my faltered wings, my bruised ego .. I hide all this behind a mask of smiles everyone is so used to see every freaking day of the week. There is hostility in the air of calm and muhibbah-ness in the workplace. Did not feel it in the past but i do now. I've learned to know today that when human greed and need for money/recognition can grow to a point to where aquaintances and friends dont matter anymore. The basic human ethics are flung out of the window. Well, this just further highlights the phrase "its a dog eat dog world". You gotta be ahead to BE ahead. You gotta defend yourself. You gotta work hard to beat the rest to the juiciest piece of the steak.

At times like these i really wish i could just leave it all behind.

"Boston"
In the light of the sun, is there anyone?
Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost,
eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed...
you said...
You don't know me, you don't even care,
oh yeah,
She saidYou don't know me,
and you don't wear my chains...
oh yeah,
Essential yet appealed,
carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you...
they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...
You don't know me,
you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains...
oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over,
where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California,
I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town,
to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise,
I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
oh yeah,
You don't know me, you don't even care...
Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Pleaing for a moment of sanity . . .

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