broken

i know i’m not supposed to write stuff when i’m mad or if i’m in a really bad mood, but this thing crossed lines, broke rules, shattered egoes.

i feel i’ve been scarred emotionally for life. like a bottle of unprofessionalism just hit me at the back of my head. i couldn’t sleep, and all i can think of while lying on my bed, in the middle of this humidity, is that incident.

sure sure, everbody’s experienced a scuffle with their boss before – so i shouldn’t complain right? but when i got shouted at, it brought back childhood memories that has been long buried six feet under my life’s experiences. just like every tension-preventing person would do, laugh it off. watch tv or something. observe kittens. watch youtube clips of baby bears fighting playful with one another. get a massage.

which makes this thing really big because it has gone beyond the barriers of my temper. i’m not even mad… i think it broke me.