Fed up.

I realise that there are some games nowadays that people play which terrify me.

Probably I'm stuck in that era when stuff like hide and seek is already the most complicated game there is.

Or maybe sometimes, it's just an illusionary game I conjure up myself as a result of things I observe.

I always seem the one to have the most fun, but I can't really take it when I don't understand the game, and I tell you, sometimes I really don't but somehow, I feel like I'm lured into the game.

Anyway, I guess I'm blessed still, because I have learnt to just have fun and be a total joker and get serious only when I get an explanation-to-the-dumbest.

I can't read people's minds and refuse to read them.

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So my boss has decided to quit. I'm getting sick of seeing people leave. I want to be the next to get out.

But Jose's painful expression whenever someone leaves always stops me from thinking this way. And the thought of leaving weightless and letting the ones still there share the extra burden is too much to take.

When will it ever be the right time?

My father scolded me for thinking this way.

Is it really true that we should just care about ourselves in this world?
Will I one day look back and feel really that I had been a fool because actually, I'm the only one who cares?

This is becoming a real nightmare.