The word STRESS is an understatement. I feel like Atlas with the world on my shoulder. Ever since I moved to the third floor, my world has changed. I am tied to the office I'm temporarily situated in. Talk about hundreds of emails everyday that even if I render 15 hours, it still not enough. Back to back to back worries and problems, every single day. Previous booobooos hunt all of us. Because of all those troubles, I've been very bad to some people and highly a bitch.
Heal me Lord, I don't want to be like them.
But soon, it'll be over. Thank goodness.
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