.of bull-fucking-crap.

You wake up in the morning feeling and looking like shit because you cried yourself to sleep last night. Yet again. And your body decides to act up. Yet again.

Then you get to work and spend the whole day running here and there trying to get things done. Everyone decides that they want a piece of you. They dump all the shit in the world onto you just because they know you'll get it done even though your sickly body is barely coping.

So you go on until the guard walks in and asks you why don't you want to go home. You then realize that it's 11 pm and you're the only one left in the building. So you hesitantly leave because you don't want to be another rape statistic.

As you're driving home, your car acts up and you start to panic. You pull aside and discover that you now have a flat tire.

You don't know the highway helpline. You don't know how to change a tire because you're sheltered that way. You assume your girlfriends are equally hopeless. Your boys are nowhere near where you are.

So you hesitantly resort to that one person who could miraculously help you. But just as expected, no response. You are of course, of no importance whatsoever to actually deserve one. But that's nothing new.

You proceed to struggle on your own for the next 15 minutes and you think to yourself "fuck, this has got to be one of the hardest things that i've ever had to do alone." Finally a kind soul and the kind soul's sister decides to stop and help. God bless their hearts.

You continue your drive home and decide to stop at the gas station for a pack of ciggies. A jackass jumps in front of you at the checkout line. You get snappy and say something bitchy. Jackass walks away with fucked up face on after equally idiotic cashier rings up his item.

Then you almost get into an accident because you're driving really fast and suddenly a motherfucking mpv decides to change lanes without turning the indicators. You honk but it doesn't convey your anger since your car doesn't quite honk. It beeps pathetically more like it. You're left with screaming profanities to yourself.

You head home while concentrating hard not to burst into ugly sobs. When you arrive home, you feel hungry but upon checking the kitchen, discover that leftovers aren't very appealing. You are also too tired to heat up food or make instant noodle. You decide that tonight you will go to bed tired, upset, angry, and hungry.

You step on that white trusty scale of yours and tonight, you're 38 kg.

Now you tell me how would you feel?