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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

i've made my decision and told my BFF that i am going to tender tomorrow.

I can never be her. she excels in her work, but i know i can never be half as good as her.
Each day going to work is depressing. I feel alone even though i have my best friend by my side.
I feel like im destroying the potential accounts that are under my care right now and i am not going to be able to do a good job with it.
I know she's not going to be happy with my decision, and im not so sure if i am going to be happy with my own decision, but i know for sure i dont want to drag my feet to work everyday and want to cry in office everyday.
Sorry babe, i know i have let you down. And i know somehow this issue is going to always be in the back of our minds and causing a little disrupt with our friendship. I hope you forgive me.

I feel loserish and i am super duper depressed. esp when recent interviews are not going well.
I feel depressed and i just wanna go kill myself. GRRRR.


I HATE MYSELF.