Honestly I've got a lot to say, a lot to recount.
But life finds a way to separate me from this sanctuary of mine.
So, Dear Diary,
Work is fine. Challenging but fine.
There are days when I just breeze through all the work and walk away like a true victor.
And there are days when I blamed myself more than anyone could for unable to solve my patient's problem.
She say, I am kinda weird for I love my job and I really enjoyed working. But, just I wait, soon I will be as lazy and resentful as all the others out there.
I sincerely hope that is not true. I hope my little candle of passion can light up the darkness.
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Life can be tough
But what is tougher is dealing with people.
I've witness first hand, of people who can smile and talk to you, but backstab you when you are not around.
And for what did I deserve such treatment? Because I am trying to do my job.
Yeap, you get hated for doing your job.
In what world would you be appreciated for trying to improve yourself from day to day?? Not this earth I realized.
I feel really uneasy. Suffocating even, to dwell in this place I thought I can call my second home.
I was again wrong, so hopelessly.
No doubt there are good ones, in humanity's defense.
But for humanity sake I hope those are true, are really, and will remain true.
and with that I will be grateful.
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