2001-09-19 - 12:45 a.m.
Dearest Beloved,
I can no longer do my job at work. Everyday I mess up with something. I cannot believe that I mess up with such simple tasks. It's truly pathetic. My stress levels have declined, but my emotional psychosis is out of my control.
God help us all.
No need for this melodrama.
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