Me. My Scattered Thoughts.

    The first week of working was hell. I know I have already said that. I was isolating myself. Yes. They said it's an initiation process so it's nomal if I felt like so uncomfatable and just wanna get home. But, they just did not understand me. At all. I was mad. Really Really mad. I mad at my parents. I mad at people. I even mad at God. I asked God, why God did you do this to me? I was so hurt. I felt so betrayed.
     Since I was a child, I was always be that obidient one. I always did what my parents said. And like for this one, I just wanted to do things that I wanted to do. I just wanted to be free to choose what I wanted to do, for my job. I was so tired being told of what i can do and what not. I'm freaking 23 years man, all the decision about my life should be all mine. I know my parents' intention is good, i know they care but no, just not like this. Life's only once, right? then why should i waste my time doing things that i don't like, I don't wanna feel like im being trapped for the rest of my life.
   Anyway,