8.54pm and i still haven’t had dinner yet. Not planning to anyway. Slowly gettin adjusted to the time zone here. Wasn’t much fun before, considering how i used to sleep at 2am and then abruptly (somehow) waking up at 4 the very next morning.
I’ve been thinking, and lol it may seem like no one takes much notice of this blog but hell, i know you people read this (not like it matters anyway); i’ve been thinking and, it seems that as a person, you’re often rudely shoved in the face with problems, and you tell yourself, or at least i tell myself, don’t let it get to you. Push yourself Steph, things work out eventually. Don’t get me wrong, as far as i’m concerned, things always work out, it just needs time. Though i must admit, it’s not always the smoothest journey, or shall i say- desired, really. You push yourself to the very edge of your limit- the fragile frame that’s keeping you collected, sane. You choose to ignore your conscience that reminds you, "it’s alright to listen to the heart sometimes…" and you hang on tightly, praying that your by-then fatigue frame will miraculously continue to hold you together as you wait for the day things start to look brighter for you. We participate in this, this stubborn fight agaisnt that inner voice that’s taunting you to give in to the troubling situation…
But end of the day, you stop to think, like how i’m thinking right now.
Is it worth the fight? To endure such pathetic mental-torture i find it nonsensical, yet ridiculously funny in a way, how we can possibly keep up with all this rubbish day after day, month after month, year after year… A never ending cycle.
I need a break. Question is, when?
I don’t know what to do anymore. And i don’t expect anyone else to either…
The little voice would be pleased, cause as much as i’m fighting to convince myself that i’m absolutely fine without, i hate to admit it,
I need you