Surely not a happy day

My head is revolting today, I don’t even know where to start whining because I’m just physically tired and mentally exhausted. I just wish that Abe will recover as possibly soonest because I am about to mad blame him for all these unpleasant sights in my face aka dark aye bags, dry skin that microscopy looks chaffing and just the plain look on me that you can tell I’m so tired and I’m almost over. No amount of adjectives to pursue my rant about how ugly I feel this time. Enough. I’ve sense that migraine will slap me later today...strong vibration over my head. You know what I badly need?. Deep slumber, that is.

This work is consuming most of my remaining energy and to upset me more is the saddest news ever broke to me. I AM NOT GETTING ANY APPRAISAL THIS YEAR!! can you imagine working your ass off 11 hours every day and on Saturdays? And If I’m ungrateful enough I am given another full year to prove my worth, after hearing the unwelcoming news my migraine seem deflated itself because it’s more considerate of my emotion. Honestly speaking even if I am half demented right now to even understand what happened, I fully take the blame for everything. I do not-never take it as a punishment from where I’m working because I am sole responsible to it, appraisal are based on performance, as much as I don’t want to add insults to myself facts are facts I DID NOT DO WELL. of course its humiliating on my part but let me have my moment of torment and a little bit of self worthy.

So from warped face this morning due to pain, my bipolarity in me came out and begun souring, smiling, crying and then loss my sanity, I say I’m getting perfect with it. I am seriously compelled with bitterness now. I refuse to show my sensitive innate so I’m playing coy, better not talk today , just write. While writing this and thinking how to end this post, My favorite song came up..LAUGHTER IN THE RAIN. Oh yeah Ill hear the laughter after this rain. So I’m leaving you it to GOD.



Can someone even tell when they’re about to faint, because as of this moment I’m already dead .inside. But don’t tell GOD about it. P.S I know I promised not to take my anger on food but I am currently eating apple, at least my bipolar alter did not flustered on Burger and fries. good heaven. although I’m done crying, my silly tears just want to have fun.

here's me and A few days back.