27-09-09` Extra hours.

You have successfully ruined my Sunday and made my Monday incredibly dreadful. I am exploited. What can I do when all odds are against me?

A frustration within me, I'll always remember the scar. Don't depend on my fidelity- you've inflincted the wound by twisting your words round.

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I sense an impending crisis. I am unable to take the consequences. My mental will crush, sinking into deep depression and possible suicide attempts. I don't know when I'll be able to take the blow, a week, a month, 6 months. But an answer I shall seek.

It may be a moment of emotions, it may not be. I know I'm losing it.