I’ve never felt so tortured. I think this morning is the most miserable day of my life thus far.

From the moment I opened my eyes, all I longed for was for the earth to open up and swallow me. It took an immense effort to even get out of the house. I was taking deep breaths while going down the flights of stairs and desperately fighting the urge to turn around and just head back home…

While waiting by the roadside for a cab, I felt this sudden urge to cry. Suddenly the world seems so frightening and I felt like a lost little girl standing at the side of the road. I was desperately wishing for someone to come along, anyone, just to take me away to a safer place. A place where I don’t have to be filled with dread every morning, where I don’t have to feel like a sheep being led to the slaughter house.

I desperately wish I’m home right now… I just want to be back in my room, in my safe cocoon.

I think I’ve had enough with lying to myself. I seriously hate my work and I hate this place. I think it’s time to say goodbye.