… just start crying.

I am beyond stressed now, I’ve hit that point where I’m going to do teh kutting and cry like an emo kid who has just spilled his milk. This of course isn’t helped by somebody who must constantly remind me of this daily, much like yesterday when I was having a nice day which was quickly ruined.

If I progress any futher in my downward spin (which no doubt I probably will) I’ll most likely be popping near lethal doses of Prozac as perscribed by a reputable GP.

edit: This is as a result of my pending unemployedness and lack of job beyond that.

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