I am tired, from my daily activities. I am, I really am.
It probably only goes to show my real age, but I don't think I should complain much, especially not when my boss reads into this now and then.
But I do feel the brunt. Mentally, at least.
Things happening, things not happening. They are all right there to burn my brain cells.
I had only hoped that things would turn out well.
Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. It depends on what exactly I'm trying to pinpoint.
And the problem is, I can't.
Damn this freakin' PMS.
Ha. This does feel good.
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