had a couple of days off. used it efficiently to drain out my miseries only to come back to work and see it all crashing down once again.
i disconnected. i didn't. i hid. i didn't. i made myself invisible but somehow they found me.
"s feb 1 nga pla h. "PARE" bnyag ni CALI"
and my stress-free days are officially over. time to be sick to my stomach and have this mindjob again. throw me a freakin' bone here.
so should i go or not? not going will mean i can't take it, that i'm too weak to accept things as it is, but on the other hand, going will seem that i can take it, but knowing i am honestly not yet ready, i'd probably act like i'm not myself.
in a blink of an eye.
this is blog number 15.