Just woke up not long ago. Had worked throughout the night on Friday till today’s morning, almost noon. I never felt so much mental pain before. For a job. I’ve sacrifice so much. To an extend that I wanted to puke.

So much happened during past one week. Days rolled by in the speed of a bullet train. Impossible deadlines with impossible clients. What more of a hell can it get.

Sometimes. I felt that they didn’t want to fire me is because I’m such a cheap labour. That by squeezing me dry. Would make so much more profit for them.

Dad encouraged me to quit. So does my friend. I need a job replacement soon. Before another mental breakdown.

Praying hard for next Wednesday’s interview. I’m so getting an MC or leave on that day.

Goodnight. I’m going to sleep more. I need a break. Soon.