Serious Case Of Blues

Literally. I don't know. I wasn't really sad or feeling blue. But then I started passing out my resumès and now I do feel DEPRESSED.

I keep thinking about what I should do with my life now that I've graduated college. Like, where do I go from there?

So many questions are bothering me. Some are the following:

•Where do I apply?
•What if I don't like the job?
•What if they don't accept me?!
•What if I'll be bad at it?
•What if it's too far that I'll be dead tired going to and from my work?
•What if the salary is so small that it's not even worth it?
•What if NOBODY accepts me?😭

And so on...

Seriously. Are you NOT bothered by this? I wish that I can just go back and study again.

(Kids, trust me, it's better to be in school where all your friends are there and your parents give you allowance!)

Real world kinda sucks. And I haven't even began to live it just yet... This wondering where to work and millions of "what ifs" are just the few stages of what's to come. It's really difficult. I feel like my hair's ablut to turn gray any second now. Or worse, I'd have crow's feet at the side of my eyes. YIKES!

Can I just stay at home and start up my own business? I think that's the safest for me mentally and emotionally. But financially... Well, that's a gamble.

Ugh! So many possibilities. But you know what? ALL this negativity and doubts are troublesome and nothing more. It's past 6AM right now and I HAVE NOT SLEPT A SINGLE WINK! Why must we all be zombies and insomniacs during summer?

And speaking of summer, looks like it's the end of it here in the Philippines. It's been raining all day today. Colder weather. Finally!

Anyway. I gotta go now and try to sleep! I seriously don't need the extra dark eye bags...especially now that I MAY receive a call for a job interview.

I hope I will. Otherwise, I'd just stay here at home and be a bum. Forever.

A.

P.S. : Do you like my nail color??❤️ I do! I'm obsessed with it. It's the perfect shade of blue. It matches my mood. Ha!

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