It's really annoying to get blamed for something that isn't your fault. For the past less than a handful of months, I've been trying to clear up this huge pile of office shit left behind by 5 people hired consecutively last year. It's so huge a pile of crap that I'm still working on getting things set up properly. But No. 2 and Lady Boss are not happy because things are still not perfect. Seriously, I give up. No wonder people keep running away from this place.
Today marks my first day of seeking professional help for this terrible, terrible ordeal that I've stupidly put myself into right after M kicked me out from his life after all the things I've done to make him happy. I called the counsellor at the wrong time this evening as she was about to go out with her family for dinner. But she said she'd like to hear from me again later in the evening. Awesome. That's what professional counsellors are for.
That's what professional counsellors are for because I cannot go on suddenly breaking down while in the midst of working on something wherever I may be. It's not healthy.
Many a times, I had felt like screaming out loud, crying, crawling and hiding under something that could shelter me from all these hellish mental demons that keep on appearing to haunt me. But I'm just afraid and worried other people would freak out.
Seriously, how shit could a popular champion of women's rights be so well-loved by the general public but still take advantage of other girls? How in the world could I have been so deluded to believe M would always be around to protect me from harm? If not because of my family back home, I would've done really crazy things to myself much earlier on because of what M has done to me.
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