There is this feeling i am guilty of. But not long after, the guilt fades and it may even seems as though i shouldn't be where i am. Fight or flight. Needless to choose, for fight is the one i'm avoiding.
Another depressing moment of mine, especially since it is the time of the month. These days i'm trying so hard to be someone i am not. I am not the workaholic, but i know the result is sweet. Work seems to be an issue for me. Distance. Work. People. ARG! Sometimes i wish i could find that job i used to have. Never mind the people and all. I like the private space i have to myself. I have this urge to try out as a childcare teacher but worried at the same time. VERY!
This is one of the day, i choose not to cry infront of him. As much as i want to, i don't want to show anyone.
I just came up with the conclusion that: Money is the root of all problems.