a plea to the heavens.

tonight is the stage whereby i've reached my saturation point, the maximum limit.
and i'm so tired of trying i don't even want to try anymore.
trying to make things work, when they aren't, is fucking tiring.


i've never thought how things can become harder, more difficult. but apparently, they can.
and perhaps it is in my nature to be picky, fussy, anal.
i want things to go my way. to be what i want them to be.
and i hate it when they tear in the opposite direction like a crazy horse.
makes me feel helpless and upset and desperate.

now, im sinking into a quick sand of frustration.


ok my eyes are closing.
thursday and friday combination is a killer.
i can only move ahead, because there is no looking back.


one call, late by months back came today.
i wonder if i should go for the opportunity. i'm just so tired right now.
but maybe i really should try.


another opportunity stands there. and i wonder if i should try too.
whatever happened to my spur or energy?

i thought i am only 22. why do i feel like i'm 88. wtf.


a relationship is tough to handle and sustain. to me, there are no things called honeymoon period. everday is a trying day. because when two separate worlds collide, they can only work harder to adapt to each other.
if not a war will inevitably begin.
the adaptation, however, can kill at times.
and when i mean separate worlds, it means OPPOSITES.
don't doubt me on that.



i'm glad it's finally saturday. because the week has been ARGH. and it's gonna get more ARGHHHH.
oh god, i need superhuman powers and luck. please.