I detest February.

Ah.

February.

It's my birthday month.

And I'm still feeling like shit.

Still haven't achieved a shit.

Haven't done a shit.

Argh.

Every year. Every time.

When it's February.

I start to feel like crap.

Crappy luck too.

I'm having trouble finding job.

Damn it.

Is it really that hard?

No.

Not really.

It's just that the job I want to apply for is always taken.

Like, I'm ought to live like that.

Always can't have what I want,

Always can't have them at the way I want,

Bah!

Don't you all dare to tell me to 'gambateh',

Because it pisses me off,

Because it's actually 'ganbatte' not 'gambateh', 'kambateh' or 'bakuteh'!!

Cheer up?

Sure I'll try to.

Don't give up?

Yes, I won't give up, not even till my last breath.

It's just that, I have an ultimate excuse.

I'm tired.

Really.

Really tired.

I hate the noisiness and the brightness,

I feel very very uncomfortable.

It's so so so noisy and so so so bright.

I don't like it.

It's so troublesome.

So tiring.

It makes me feel so timid, so useless.

I think I really need a break.

Is there any jobs out there that I can travel while working,

A job that's far from my noisy home, noisy people, noisy street?

I want to find peacefulness.

I don't like feeling troubled, so irritating.

So much of work.

A rest.

Yes.

A break.

That's what I really need now.