L-Ife

Life’s just … rocks socks now. I kid. It’s nothing near rocks but it’s sure dead weight now. All i do is just work my ass off in the hospital, desperately trying to get a good review from the clinical instructor, and just working like a dog till i can faint. Not that i have actually faint but i do get dizzy once in a while when i’m low on sugar. And yeah, by the time i get home, i’m dead beat. I’ll just rot infront of my computer, and i’m too lazy to play any games as well. I’ll just sleep.

So life currently is just work hard and reward myself with sleep. Plenty of them. Hey, thats not bad, pretty decent for me. At least i’m not suffering from starvation or any shit.

And well, 1 and a half more week to the end of my attachment, woppie, thats super duper fast. Hee. Then it’s time to WORK for real cash. Attachment pay isnt really that lovely. Life’s just really all work. And i’m already working as a nurse already. I’m tasting it, tasting what’s it like for me to be working in this line for XXX number of years. Good, bad? It’s scaring me slightly. At least it prepares me mentally if it doesnt scare the shit out of me.

What doesnt kill you, makes you stronger and what kills you, kills you.

I dont really feel much emptyness in me cause … there’s no space in void to begin with. I’m already empty. And all i need, i have. I’ll just feel empty if i lose them. And yeah, i’m feeling- that i’m losing on some already. And it’s beyond my control.

Secondary school friends are still the best, bring the “best” out of you. Lol. Poly is just to complexed and it’s complicated. Fucking people with fucking screwed up life fucking around. It’s just mad out there. =/ But anything goes, so long as people are happy, i’m keep mum.