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I realized that it's difficult to voice out your own woes, even to your dearest and nearest.
Like how I can never tell my mum about my work, like how I can never tell my dad my condition of work, like how I can never tell the missus the troubles I face at work.

It's so difficult to pretend that everything is fine, when clearly it is not. I hate men, even more the men who are brainless. And worst part, I can't even voice out the compression inside me.