20 August 2007, 7am – Don’t like it

Can’t concentrate on work today.
Don’t like this feeling of overwhelming gloominess in the air.
Don’t like it that I feel so bloated with unshed tears that I’m ready to burst out crying with the slightly hint of tenderness from anyone.
Don’t like it that I’m being so very, very vulnerable now.

And to add fuel to the fire, T6 went all needy on me very early in the morning, bombarding me with several SMSs.
I lost it and snapped at him - it felt damn bloody good.
It was really rather mean of me to vent my simmering frustration on him but seriously, he sure got it coming.
Don’t like it that I have to deal with his never-ending neediness when I am in such desperate need for help too.
I just can’t do it anymore.

Lastly, don’t like it that my stupid, stupid pride prevents me from crying out loud and asking for a helping hand.