3 days after returning from a 1-week vacation, I thought that I’d be pretty charged up for work. Turned out my condition just got worse. I clearly realize now how unbalanced my life is. That saying “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” completely applies to me now. And. I’m pretty friggin’ tired of it.

It’s not that I’m not contented with what I have. I have almost everything I’ve wished for now. But that’s the thing. They are all THINGS.

In the morning I wake up then eat breakfast, take a bath, then start work. Only stopping to eat and rest a bit. All my hobbies before are all gone now. Everything eaten up by work. If I die tomorrow, I’d be known as the hardworking daughter. Nothing more, nothing less.

I’m giving in to my body. To what it wants to do at the moment. If I don’t feel like working then so be it. If I get fired from work then let it happen. Atleast that’s something new in my everyday routine. Just do whatever the hell makes me friggin’ SANE.

The End.