Why do I feel such pain...?

Why do I feel such pain like my soul has been detached from my body?

Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before the day before yesterday... All I wanted to do was tear my heart out and see myself bleed to death.

Is it not enough to see everybody buying flowers for some respective somebody? Is it not enough that the rest of us work for a living so that all these everybody and somebody could have their time with their special somebody?

Yet here, I am whining and complaining about this hostility industry.

Point taken. I am at my desk late in the evening having tears in my eyes because I have been abused at work by work. This has got to stop.

All these, burning bridges and all that jazz, has got to stop.