10:54 p.m. - 2003-02-22
Miserable
If I could cry, I would. I feel sick, depressed, trapped and miserable. Earlier today, I had made the decision to quit my job, but after speaking to my mum, I am being forced to go to work next week. I hate work. I am really, really upset. All I want to do is run away, run far away from my job, but I'm being forced to stick it out. I've never really done that before. I'm a quitter, I guess.

Sure, I could quit if I really wanted to, but then I'd have my parents to deal with. My mum is the worst. She's convinced that I'll be more depressed if I don't work. In a way she's right, but I'm depressed in a different way now.

She said to give it two more months. All I can focus on now is making through the week, and looking forward to Saturday night with Alex.

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