February 10, 2026

I woke up unwilling to get up. Unfortunately, there was more fight in me so I carried my body to work. I had reasons to feel sufficiently guilty, but I felt too shameless to even try. So, I gave up and turned blind to their judging eyes and the rightful responsibility. I just sat myself down and laughed in the world of screens. But mind you, I did call but they said they will only return next week. I am required to do more but I am not paid enough for it. The room was so dreary. More of my colleague were absent than present. The ones who came had no heart to do more just as me. I felt that tickle in my heart that maybe, I should really quit this job. But then, I had hopes and dreams. Dreams that fall in your laps are sold to those with money. People like us had to pay it with our patience and sweats to deserve it. I cannot quit. Not yet. However, that did not mean, I am immune to this pressure consuming the me I build and knew very well. I wonder how dead I will be when I really quit this wretched place.