Love-Hate

I'm miserable. Miserable when I have nothing to do because I feel useless. Miserable when I have something to do from the pressures of exemplary standards required and the extra hours needed. Miserable because I reach home later. Miserable because I hate agency life. Yet love it when my ideas get recognized or praised. Oh WTF.

Suddenly the feeling turns from hate to love then to hate the next moment. Argh.

Yes, yes. Come to terms with it right. Yeah, I also want to lor. Such a pain in the arse.