I don't know the reason for this work piling on me and the hope to get so much done in so little time. i was out half of yesterday and this part of me is worrying about everything. Trying so hard to make schedule and more schedule and to do everything in the exact time. Sometimes i screw up and become so hard on myself.
How many times have i told people how well i am doing while you were away? And indeed i was feeling fine then. But how many times had i wished that you were here as and when i wanted? Last night i stared at the stars and thought "well, we are still looking at the same sky afterall. Nice stars we both get to see"
Optimistic isn't it?