I’m unemployment now and it feels like a hell. Not because I can’t afford for my needs but merely I feel something freed from my life. It’s been one month since I quit and for that long I keep pretending as if I’m still ‘exist’.

In the morning I pretend as if I’m in hurried infact I’m not, I’m totally free now!
I dressed up neatly, I also have prepared the answer (just incase) the old lady next door asking me where to go, I’d answer “Working”. Continue reading