But despite of, I feel a bit accomplished. With the three kinds of not-a-joke reports finished off today, there couldn’t be much rewarding day than this.
I know when I am physically tired. How I wish I am just. But this is different. There are so much things that I wanna discuss, I wanna write with a dilemma if I really should thinking what’s going to be the impact to somebody who can read it. In as much as I wanna express my thoughts so loud, I don’t wanna cause pains, disappointments and create a selfish image behind all those generosity and kindness for ages that are used to be seen and known by people close to me. Should this really matter now that I am beyond in control of unpleasant events happening around me?
I always keep my faith positive to whatever I wished for. This guarantees me to feel much better. But why I feel so hopeless and vulnerable on this situation? How I wish I could just consider this a tiny-weeny thing so not so much to affect me.
I am starting to lose what I have planned, initially started and dreamed of something to be wholly owned. I hope I can still make it up and save it before the year ends.

Help, I need rescue by all means :-(
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