What a day. Of all days to be sick, it had to be today when I have a ton of work piling up for me. The past few months had been hectic.
Stress has really been getting to me and it's making me feel as if I'm not even welcomed anywhere any longer. Not even my own parents or my brother understands me now. And I don't even know if those few friends that I've got still treats me as such. I'm starting to dread going to work as my colleagues barricaded me from their affairs and talks and it makes me feel as if they don't even care if I drop dead in front of them.
I've never really been a sociable person - that's why I've resorted to writing as it's only through writing that I can escape to another world where I can be the person that I really want to be. I feel so choked up that I can't even breathe. I can't take it any longer... Am I really that awful to be with? Or do they think that I'm just plain weird?
6:32 PM
::light in darkness::
