I can't sleep. I finally got to watch American Beauty with Daryl.

I'm sinking into depression. I can feel the clouds looming over me. I'm afraid that this genetic depression caused by years stuck in a negative environment and subjected to a loony's abuse is having an effect on me as a person.

Or I'm just a person easily affected by bad bitches.

Whichever it is, I'm subconsciously entertaining thoughts of suicide like how it used to be years ago.

This is not a good sign. I need a way out. I'm suffocating. The ex company, HSBC Ins sent me letters through FedEx. I haven't had the chance to look at it. But whenever letters are sent via a dispatcher, it is never good.

I have half a mind never to receive that mail. I don't mind never knowing what's inside either, since the day I knew who the managing director of the group was and how he screamed and threw a fit just because an office boy did something wrong and threatened to sue him, I pretty much think he'll try to sue just about anyone who leaves the company and has nothing good to say at the exit interview.

What a bad reputation he has given himself & his group.

The agents in there are just a bunch of sly money suckers and to be honest, I'm really glad I left the moment I had it all figured out. If I were to stay any longer I think I would've become like them and that doesn't bode well for me mental and spiritual health.

Thank you Lord for showing me the true colors of this industry. I hope stricter regulations come soon.