there's too much to do at work. it was on-duty saturday, trying to finish a bunch of things all day, but in vain. i wonder why so many things that i don't wanna do but i have to do are always in front of me. i've taken some of them home with me, trying my best before and after dinner. there's little time to rest. it's weekend, and still, i'm not allowed to enjoy my own weekend, suffering from what i couldn't have finished. am i only a swab? am i just clumsy? oh, it's too much for me. i'm sick and tired of it. i don't wanna do it any more. i'm not alive to do this bullshit job.
