I made a tons of mistakes at the office this week. And I’m not that productive either. Too many things are inside my head. My brain cells can’t run well. They seem stuck on certain matters. I hate my feelings. Yet, it’s my human side.
Isn’t it human to feel sad, angry, and dissaponted? Sometimes I feel tired, too. People ask me to understand all. Can’t do that. Pretending, maybe, but ungenuinely comprehend. Too much hope, too much pressure. My capability is limited.
Some people say that I’m their guardian angel. Hell, no! I ain’t an angel. It’s just their stupid imagination that I’m a wingless angel. Angel won’t feel hurt, angel won’t won’t feel sad. Angel will always smile regardless the situation.
I’m only a human. Not more, not les…only human…