I'm such a brat! I hate it. I hate me.

I dunno why I react so violently when things don't go my way. I'm such an impatient brat. Hello..I'm not the only person in the house and btw, I do not own this house. It's a lovely place and thanks to my hardworking folks, I get to stay here for free. They've done so much for me and when they aks me to do something like write a letter to PLDT (who really sucks) and show them sample MOA's for their fundraising event, I get totally upset, I get mad. I do what they ask me to do though...it just takes a lot of effort from me. Writing a letter is so easy (and I've written hundreds...all to PLDT!), printing an MOA already saved in my laptop is easier. Tsss... and all of a sudden I feel like I'm their executive assistant, who is on call 24/7. What a crazy, useless bitch I am. No wonder I am sick. Maybe I really deserve this. My disease isn't gonna kill me. It's not communicable either. It's just really bad and I'm ashamed it's happening to me. I'm scared to death but maybe I really, really deserve this.


Not the best way to start the year. I'm still trying to be optimistic here, even if that frikkin company can't schedule my final interview..so here I am again looking for work. I have a test tomorrow. Woo-peeee! Just when I thought my plan was gonna work, I'm back to zero.