C pulled me aside for a 'little' chat.
he went on and on. the gist of it was that he wants more hours.
i was on the verge of tearing.of breaking down.completely.
i already exceeded th 20hour per week thingy alr, what now?
but i didnt want to look weak and get pushed further. i controlled.
now i feel burdened, and shitty/
wreak havoc to my plans, ive to find a way to study, i cnt celebrate christmas, i will die working.
he thinks im a machine.
mas was like "sam, how can u still be so happy?"
im not, never can i say im fuming and vexed and depress all at th same time but now. its an emotional turmoil.
mas told me to eat icecream, i did. and thats when i realise how hungry i was.
i dont know why i feel like crying.
this is stupid.