It is at times like these when I feel I am in the wrong job.
Like fucking hell, I'm not cut out for policy-making.
If I could I would be flipping my middle fingers at all the lawyers and other antagonists in this review of policies project that I am handling.
Like fuck you and you and you.
4 friggin' long years of this project, although most of the work was only done in the last one year.
I'm mega pekchek by now. Unfortunately, it is showing on my face.
At the 3 hour discussion earlier on, my counsel whatsapped me to ask "Are you ok?"
My face must have been an ugly shade of black.
I mean no harm and I'm sorry if I offended anyone.
I'm a book. I don't know how to mask my emotions.
It didn't help that the main antagonist was sitting directly opposite me as well.
Then again, maybe the lack of sleep and rest has brought about much of the frustration today.
Alot of things just pass through my mind without me really processing it.
Right now.
I just want to either cry or scream my lungs out.
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