i'm still alive. it's irony. i love my job but it's killing me. or rather, SHE is killing me. everyday there's something new to make me wanna crash my head into the wall. i'm trying very hard not to cuz i dun wan my family to waste money to set up the funeral and pay for the damage of the wall. today, she accuse me of losing clothes again. bloody damn hell. I DIDN'T. whoever it is, she or he or watever, is definitely not my customer. this is driving me up the wall. i'm so freaking stressed up. worry abt my sales everyday, worry abt wat she's going to do to me next, this and that. my mom say this is the University of The Real World. yeah freaking real world.
feeling so wei qu everyday is not enough. loneliness is always with me. my life suddenly feels so sad. i go to work alone at 9 am. i go home alone after work at 6 pm. i talk to no one when i get home until i wake up and leave house for work at 9 am the next day. how... sad. i start to imagine things. bad things. until i fell asleep on the bus and dream of the bad things. =/ loneliness is very bad for me.
plus i'm super broke. as in really broke. but he doesnt understand my degree of broke-ness. to the extent tat i decided to keep my everyday spending to myself now. to prevent any more disagreements. i'll eat dun worry. just dun to ask me wat i eat.
i'm tired. very very tired. have been working everyday frm 1/1/06 until now, and going on.
physically and mentally draining. my batteries? joyce!! low chew chew!!
sigh. sad life. i miss everyone. S08, the 5th, pj peeps. :(