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"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Alice, Alice In Wonderland.
Intern-shit

Internship is draining the life out of me.
I'm working under a boss who thinks she knows it all,
Who insults your achievements.
A boss who implied that I should not be upset even if my family member dies.

I dread work every week.
I pretend to be happy at work, and oblivious to the ongoing politics.
I dislike the work culture, double standards and hypocrisy.

But I can't leave.
Not till near the end of February.

It's killing me slowly, bit by bit.
It has been some time since I've felt like this, so pained. 
So...fake.
So plastic.

And it doesn't help that people tell me I can meet worse bosses in life.
It's making me feel so jaded.

It is probably years ago that I dread something so much.
I forge no real friendships and I paint on a smile everyday.
You know why makeup's necessary? It's for occasions like this when you have to fake your happiness.

It's killing me.