I hate my life now. I hate living in KL. I hate the traffic, I hate that I'm seeing buildings in every corner and i hate that i live in 14th floor yet i can still hear the traffic and traffic and traffic and traffic
I want to live where birds are singing. I dont want to live here.
My work is not hard. Im not studying, you know how I am. I've been in a roller coaster of emotion past 3 months here and the only thing consistent is that i want to quit. I want to quit before i waste more of my time, of anyone's time.
Everytime i say about quitting my family will tell me to hold on, to study well, that i can do it. My seniors are saying im having a bad case of adjustment disorder and that im a good doctor and they know i can do this.
I think so, maybe i can do this. But i dont want to do this. I hate living in KL. I really hate living in KL.
Today i was driving from my uncle's place in semenyih. It's a peaceful home with birds singing in the day. When i drove back to KL i was dreading all the way and wishing i get into a fatal accident and im tearing up now. I hate living like this.
