the worse thing that could ever happen to me, already happened.
i have no life.
i hate this "work".
yes, work, coz it seems so hard to do something that ought to be simple. it's like draining all of my energy. not to mention the people that i'm surrounded with are morons (that's a sweet way to say it).
i want to quit.
i really really want to quit, and take a vacation. a very very long, relaxing and rejuvinating vacation.
if only i could do that.
i don't want to get to the point where i think about "bad thoughts".
you know, the whole, "i-wish-this-building-would-just-burn-down-to-the-ground" kinda thoughts,
or the whole, "when-will-the-people-here-just-drop-dead" kinda thing.
i've been wishing the last one a lot lately, if all my wishes would just come true.
bahumbug! reality sucks. life sucks.
and don't you ever tell me that i should just enjoy it.
no one would enjoy hell now, would they?
that's where i am, in hell.
i've been ranting on and on and on..
if i could only have a sign so that i would know when i will quit,
like, the sun shining every morning, or the sun setting at night, that's a good sign right?