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Sunday, August 03, 2008

i felt so sian.
as if everyone hated me,
and i hated everyone.

eyes felt sore and tired.

kinda got whacked indirectly by flying object. when i'm alr feeling so lousy.

fcking customers had to piss me even more.

felt like crying at that very moment. i felt like crap.

lightened up myself a little on the bus trip back, but with nobody to talk to. =(
also, i made sure i was sitting near nothing, but humans. at tt time, i really wished i had company.

working on sunday again! omfg. don't remind me that the cycle will start again. i'll knw by then.

=(



argh!

handwritten, 8/03/2008 01:50:00 AM.

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