I so don't want to be here.
It's so fixating to have to live in this condition.
I really don't know what to do.
Sigh.
Came back yesterday night, I'm so tired. Yet there're tons of work to be done...
I came back all the way lugging 8kg of bag from Changi to Boon Lay, continued by bus ride + climbing 7 stairs up.
Then I swept the floor, mop the floor, spray my room with air freshener (doesn't help).
Change my bedsheet, did my laundry, get my water, take a bath, take my clothes from the washing machine 3 floors down on the utmost end, and finally hung them..
All in 2 hrs.
Then I have to face her and her nonsense.
I hate being the prodigal child, and yet I can't help it.
Yesterday, it really feels I'm at my breaking point, yet here I am, managed to go through yet another day...
Now I'm trying to put some life into my hollow self.
Sigh.
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