at the end of it all

I wonder what's all these about? I mean falling sick, grappling with crap generated by other people, taking in crap from customers who dishes them out at 30kg/minute
(yeah they full of those bio stuffs).

here I am stewing in a pool of "character-building", while some others are standing at the edge throwing rocks of "lols" at you. people you actually cared about.

yes these things are part and parcel of the little race called life. but at this point of time, I just feel like I want to call time-out and perhaps run on the cooler and greener sides of the track.