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Author: aLmich

Hurting All Over

Oh God.

I can feel it starting.

I wrote about him before. Through my "snoring" post. That Mr. Dubai thing.
The whole please-strike-me-dead feeling, which makes me think that dealing with the onset of PMS *[Post Mr. Dubai Syndrome], with the depression and wild mood swings and whatnots, is a walk in the park compared to all these office craps that I go through everyday. I mean, on a good month, all I feel is being safe, happy and away from too-pressuring- work and that bitchy whore sa office. But this? This makes me feel like I'm going through heroin withdrawal.
And to make matters worse, punyeta sa lamig ang office namin *[sirang thermostat? o balat kalabaw talaga ang mga tao?].

I can feel in my bones that I'm going to wind up one of those old broads who has arthritis one day. And I'm feeling so fucking cold that I can't seem to stop shaking --- which just makes me seem jittery and high.

Okay.

Think about something else.

Um... I'm sneak-reading "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey sa net sa office. God. I've never done drugs, but I get what he's going through. Lucky me. I get to go through this every night at work without having to abuse drugs or alcohol. My work just do this to me... and it makes me feel intensely sorry for myself.

And earlier, someone made abot this "Donate Your Kidney" fliers. Whaaattt? Early morn, tired from work, naglalakad sa Ortigas -- eto matatanggap kong invitation? Man, I need a fuck! *[pun may be intended]