I can't bear to part with it either.

I've been here for almost two months now. During these two months, I haven't been sleeping well. It's like my restlessness is causing me to have nightmares, leaving me exhausted the next day. Many times, while working, I've been lost in thought, staring at the computer screen, constantly asking myself: What am I doing this for? Yet, time and again, I've suppressed the urge to change jobs. Finally, one day I couldn't take it anymore. I thought if my mom agreed to let me leave, I definitely wouldn't stay here. But to my surprise, not only did she not object, she even invited me to visit her and relax. But strangely, at that moment, all my desire to leave vanished. I just wanted to cry. I really wanted to cry. Later, I realized that being willful was no longer something I could do at this age. And now, I haven't completely accepted this simple and monotonous job, but at least I don't dislike it as much anymore.