Save me

I'd my share of bad days, I'd my share of helpless moments, I'd my share of relentless stress that threatens to break me into pieces.

But I'd never in my life feel such an anger as I do for the past one month in this project. The tension is penting up and I have an urge to go on a killing spree.

I don't mean it in a poetic way. I am being very literal here.

The thought scares me. I don't know what I'll do when I eventually reach that point. I know I'm in serious problem when I can laugh to others, and tell them I'm ok, but cry when I have a moment to myself.