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I QUIT MY JOB.

Hi guys,
I'm not going to give a silly apology for being away for so long or promise to write more often. I'm currently going through it, I simply don't know how to live my life anymore and I am sick of everything.

My job is driving me insane and I feel like I'm getting sucked into a dark hole and I'm finding it hard to crawl out.
 I handed in my notice two weeks ago so I have two weeks and a few days left at work and hello joblessness.
 For some weird reason, I put the day of my twenty-sixth birthday as my last day, I don't know why I did this maybe as some new age new me bullshit but I guess I'll find out as time comes.
I'm very unhappy right now, I feel like I'm not living but merely existing and I'm losing my head, not put me in a straitjacket type but not completely sane either.

My plan for the next few weeks is to go to Lagos, see the boyfriend talk about our plans for our future, study for the FE1's which I've been putting off for over a year and find a new job that wnt land me in a psych ward.
I want to do something I like, something that keeps me on my toes.


XXXX
L.D

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