I'm showing symptoms of depression.
It helped abit that I was able to get it all out to a friend last Friday.
Bottling up and holing oneself up at home sure didn't seem like a good solution.
However I'm still depressed and totally dreading tomorrow.
Why on earth did I let an irritant get to me so much?
I wished I don't ever have to see him again, or make him disappear from my sight.
I don't wish to work with him ever again.
I wish I can just ask him to fuck off.
I'm so glad it's a short week. Only 4 days.
C'mon girl, you can stomach this. 4 days plus another week more and you'll be off to your 2 cities, 6 apartments' worth of shit. Zillions of miles away from the living terror who will be far away in the southern hemisphere.
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