Like, a real job.
Oh motherfucker, this ain't real.
Say it isn't so.
The day before going for my teaching practice was one of the scariest day of my life.
Fuck, I have three weeks left for my daily weekends.
I still haven't got pass the fact that I'm no longer a student.
Rather, I'm a jobless person still living with my parents.
I haven't wore makeup in two weeks, and my eyebrows are getting bushy, but life's good.
But not for long.
I can't take the wait.
I don't know which is worse.
Knowing where you will be posted, or not knowing at all.
I think both will fuck you up anyway.
WHERE'S THE STOP BUTTON WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!