Tipping

The pressure, the resistance, the confusion, the whingeing, the dissatisfaction, the bleakness, the silence. Such is life, at least that is a snapshot of mine.

It didn't get any better; I look like a poodle now. F-U-C-K.

It all adds up and I would love to expel the negativity out of my body, in one way or the other. I need to. I'm near tipping point; I need to execute instead of being inflicted upon. At least I am certain that I won't be fired. But I certainly feel like throwing the letter every other moment :p Or I could shave away the hideous curls, like how I shave my pussy. Or I could just fly away to a deserted island and create my own kingdom woohoooo

I just need to get my head around things and stop having naughty thoughts about the possibly lonely married hunk in the office who's wife brought their baby back home for visiting, or the fact that I'll be running into the wife of the ang mo whom I fucked in the office a year ago for work purposes. Arghhhhh