Such is life
When you have bills to pay, you have to work.
When you have to work, you have less time for yourself.
When you work for 12 hours and come back at 530 in the morning, you hope someone left you messages.
When someone leaves you messages, you feel that you're not alone and that at least someone remembers you.
When that message is harsh and insensitive, you wish you didn't have to work, and so you'll have more time for yourself, so that you don't have to crawl back after a trying day, hoping for some sympathy and love, to have your mum glare at you the moment you stepped into the house because you were too tired to entertain her rhetorical questions while you're busy at work earlier, and then read a really upsetting message left by one of your closest friend.
But such is life.
I'll probably regret posting this entry when I wake up later today, when I have more energy to consider the feelings of those who would read my journal, but right now, I'm too exhausted to care.
When you have to work, you have less time for yourself.
When you work for 12 hours and come back at 530 in the morning, you hope someone left you messages.
When someone leaves you messages, you feel that you're not alone and that at least someone remembers you.
When that message is harsh and insensitive, you wish you didn't have to work, and so you'll have more time for yourself, so that you don't have to crawl back after a trying day, hoping for some sympathy and love, to have your mum glare at you the moment you stepped into the house because you were too tired to entertain her rhetorical questions while you're busy at work earlier, and then read a really upsetting message left by one of your closest friend.
But such is life.
I'll probably regret posting this entry when I wake up later today, when I have more energy to consider the feelings of those who would read my journal, but right now, I'm too exhausted to care.