A blank page slowly tarnished by words that are so inclined to verbalise unkind thoughts. Venturing into mornings as this chapter unfolds, naively, I always thought it just a matter of personal accomplishment for all. It boggles me, now that I am so wrong, how can goals be shadowed so severely from mere competition? How can one work without having a bigger picture of the organisation in mind? It's completely infuriating that such simple logic is lost in the race of stomping people down to appear superior.

Internet quotes tell me to not say anything if I have nothing nice to say, and that if people annoy me I should punch them in the face and walk away, and to live life in whichever way you choose because you can never escape from being judged. 

It's one thing to be a team player, another to be taken advantage of. I'm taking a stand. Perhaps with this stand, I'll grow a butt.