It's late now and I'm really exhausted from the working couch. Couldn't remember how I went with it in the past months. Things have been shifting to the point that we are no longer familiar to what our purpose is. I thought maybe I think too much or I'm just being emotional of the little obstacles that happened. Stay awake in the late hours isn't really a bad idea; could use it wisely to plant a new formulas into all my doubts and the odds. Sometimes. Or shall them time come revolving again.
The inner feeling that I don't want to let anyone read my mind but hoping someone would guess it right. The shopping bags that were left untouched made me feel at my worst that I'd have gain more than only these. I am upset with myself that I haven't been performing well at work and in life. Could have achieve something or at least have recognition for the efforts that I have been putting into everything.
As I came home today, the space was filled with the noise and laughter of people that I loved. It eased my mind a little and I secretly thanked God for providing me home. I can't deny living away from home is a call to freedom. Wanted to get an apartment to stay in for awhile for the convenience to work but it wouldn't seems to happen...
But I guess I'm only messing up with my life. It could have been better,alot better. How long more we wake up from this dream of us and remember the feeling of climbing up a hill?
As to my planning, I think I'm screwing the whole celebration by its mean timing. I'm tired and I'm walking out from this.
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