ok. I know what you're thinking.
yes. I am complaining.
It's not my nature to complain aloud, or to complain to someone about my misery verbally, but I really have to let things out.
I AM DEAD TIRED.
I AM FRUSTRATED.
I FEEL ALONE IN THIS.
I went to UST this afternoon with Bricci only to hear these words:
"We can't accomodate you."
Immediately, I felt weak and my hands were trembling. The director kept on talking and I felt the need to cry. I felt my head throb with pain as I held the tears in. The world came crashing down and thoughts of bitterness ran through my mind.
Where the hell are my groupmates? they are supposed to be with me in this. They MUST share the pain and frustration I feel for OUR research project. Why aren't you here?
When the director dismissed us, we went out though I wanted to stay put and defend why we should be the one working in the lab. I wanted to engage in a debate or a discussion with her for her to know things about our project. But, with trembling knees and shaky voices, we went out of her office. I uttred a pained thank you to the guard and went out.
The very instant that my left foot touched the flooring ourside her office, a tear came down. I walked then held on to the stair rainling for support. I wanted to cry hysterically but stopped myself. I was very disappointed. And it hurt me much.
i felt alone that time.
but I know I never was.
I'll find another lab.
Everything will be ok.
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