I am tired...really tired. I shall collapse to my bed now. I love my bed.
8 pimples popped out. I know...stress. Because I am not happy. No matter how tough I take all the innocent blames thrown to me, I know somehow I have to stay...for another 2 more months at least. I need to oppress the pain of working here. Breathe.
If tomorrow is not Thursday, I would have down that whole bottle of Otard laying next to me right now.
Now I shall just forget about everything and go to bed. Good night.
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