deadline extended, yet again.should i be happy about it?the late nights and burning midnight oil to rush the report.
research done over and over,
report done all over again time and time again
just one word.all it took was a word to kill me.has the efforts all gone to waste?i've suffered enoughand i've had enough.i'm doubting my abilities now.i feel like crying right now.Labels: i need a getaway.