I’m not fine.
I’m not good.
I’m being the lowest.
It’s not easy to perform well at work. Office things are so complicated. How could I finish my job with a satisfying result? I need good endings. I need happiness. I don’t want to be looked down.
It’s not easy to do this kind of job. I get little after working in this city for a year.
Maybe it’s a fault to come here and work for this.
Now I find out that.