Panic Attack

I’ve just spent eight hours translating shitloads of pages of articles as sample attachments for my job application as a freelance translator. And I don’t even know if this is worth it. God knows how many CVs I’ve sent and how many job interviews I’d been, with me coming back with no positive results whatsoever.

Most probably God is doing my head in too.

Nobody knows why no one wants to hire me. Perhaps I don’t have enough experience. Or perhaps I’m over qualified. Perhaps they’re just too freaked out that I’m gonna ask for a bitchin’ high salary or perhaps they just think I look too plain freaky to be working for them.

As I type away, squinting my eyes over the many words to convert and browsing pages after pages of my English-Indonesian Dictionary, I start to feel sick. The air is too hot, my stomach feels queasy, I can’t breath and my head is spinning.

I don’t know what happen to me. I need help.