It has been three months, couple of days and a whole lot of lost self-respect since I have last been here. I worked for an outsourced marketing company for that period. A harsh business that is. It definitely is not for the soft hearted and those with moral compasses, but never the less it is a good, profitable business that teaches you work ethic and appreciation for the simple things in life.
Through these long hours of work I realized that there is so much more to me that I never even went into and this both scared me and excited me. I never knew I could be though and I never knew I could bend myself to please someone's desires or dreams of me and my career.
'Í know nothing' - I said to myself
And it is true, I still know nothing of myself. I keep running away and running back to books as if they are my destiny and sometimes it really feels they are, sometimes it feel as if they are my worst enemies and my harshest judges, but I can't seem to be able to live without them.
talk to you soon
LDNgirl
