Last week was one of the toughest weeks I had to face and deal with.
I was both physically drained and emotionally broken. One of the the worst combinations ever.
I think I can never get used to having free-riders in my group. Definitely not the first time but I always end up getting caught in such a situation.
I went to the doc’s and confessed that I’ve been overworking myself lately, he agreed and added that for my case, it’s more like
Overworking + Extreme Sleep Deprivation = Poor Digestion (Indigestion)
Hahaha, but oh well, no big. I’m only sick, and it’s not like I’m dying. So yeah.
Once again, I came to a realization that I shouldn’t have been hopeful at all.
Pictures speak a thousand words and I realized that they mean so much more to you. I don’t know if I’m in any position to be upset but I admit I never liked the fact that you’re always using time against me and excuses on me.
Nothing I do excites you any more that’s why I gave up trying. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
And I think it’s clear that we’re no longer on the same page. Ouch.