Woke up at the wrong side of the bed.

Woke up at the wrong side of the bed.

Didn't sleep much last night. Slept at five, woke up at eight. Didn't need that much rest, i guess.

Being zombie-ish at work is hard enuff. More stress from work. After five years in the studio, i felt like a discarded trash paper. I dun feel important at all. I think I am beginning to feel unimportant anywhere else. I feel like shit. I feel like I am an empty carcass. Fit to burn. There's no hope whatsoever. And I can't leave my post. Cos there are ppl depending on my income. Cos I have my priorities and commitments.

I remembered my 29th birthday again. Being at this age, and at this stage, in career and life, I really think I haven't achieved as much as I ought to be. I always think that a job is just a means, and being Jesus' disciple is the utmost role and the most honorable thing to do. Perhaps I wasn't wrong. But I do want to earn more for my family next time. I didn't study hard, and I am payin for it now. So what if I am hardworking? I really can't face this world head on...can I survive another five years. God, what's happening to me? Why do i feel this way?

I don't want to assist anymore. I don't want to be doin people's stuff. Yet I think I can't handle my own. What can I do?

Perhaps I should be the plain me.

Every corners i turn, there's dead-end. Every aspect of my life is ugly. I felt unappreciated.

I should just shut up, and hide away. Where no one can find me.