I have a white moth on the wall, in front of me. -.-"

Why is it so difficult to pretend to be happy and by the end of the day, not feeling the least bit exhausted?
When your intention is simple, and that is not to let the others worry about you.

And esp. when the one you used to rely on, have left you alone to fend for every shitz in life.
Can someone say FML already? (sigh)

On the other note, I am beyond stressed.
It's as if, I'm prepping myself for the O's all over again since the information that I have to internalize is crazy and impossible. ):

I keep telling myself to keep things positive. Like think only the positive thoughts and all that blahblahblah.
But then each time I tell myself that mentally, things just have to go wrong, and then the whole vicious cycle starts again.

I am complaining, but what else can I do other than to complain?!
People tell me to cheer up, tell me to work hard, and everything else that you can think of.

But give it another thought; Is it going be easy for you to do so, if you were to be in my shoes?
If the answer is No, please don't even breathe about it to me. I am really quite tired of hearing the same old things that I cannot do to make myself feel better.

I should go to bed now.

Happy Mothers' Day.
Tillagain.

There's really beauty in the breakdown?

Can the next Saturday please come quick?
Like after I wake up later, it'll be the Saturday that I'm referring to.

Life sux.
I need my group of people whom I'm all 100% comfortable with, pronto.

And, till then, I hope I'm still sane and sound. With all parts of me intact.
For real.

Bedtime. Tillagain.