Work.

Bismillah.

I would say that I'm afraid to say this, but I would still say it.

I don't wanna work.

Please.

I just wanna stay in, doing things I want.

I don't wanna meet my boss, my colleagues.

I don't want that dual-monitor and that Dell CPU anymore.

I don't want to be bothered by the AMS team, doing this and that for them.

I don't want to just be doing this for money. Hell, if I am, then I'm just the same like everyone else.

Urgh, screw work! SCREW WORK!

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Why am I afraid to tell you this?

Because I don't have a backup plan. I don't know what I wanna do if I quit my job. I just...

I just don't wanna be bothered.

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Urgh, I'm on leave, AM I NOT?!

Then why the hell are you disturbing me??

And why the hell am I worried on my job??

ARGGHH!

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It's that time of the month. I just get pissed off, having no motivation to want to do anything.

I feel like I wanted to punch the walls, but that would only hurt my hands.

Shouting out of the window, neighbors would be scared and call the police.

Bang something in my room, my stuff would be broken and my room would turn into a mess, and I'm the one who would have to clean it up later.

Ugh, my heart says to let it out, but my brain rationalizes.

In the end, what can I do about it?

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Pray.

Don't just hope it would be answered, believe it would.

Because God is Almighty. Because God can do anything. That's why it's going to be okay.