the week.

it has been a bad week.

a really bad week.

woke up & rushed to the granny's.

you know, i didnt like to acknowledge how aging drains someone away.

i hate the talk about dying.

i just hope.

i wont talk like these to my nieces / kids when i grow older.

growing up scares me actually.

isa baby said things had been going down for the family ever since the divorce.

true.

i think people are used to me kaobei-ing,

so much so that when i dont,

they think things doesnt affect me.

i just dont say.

doesnt mean i cant feel.

and, i dont really like sharing my personal problems...

anyways, woke up and saw gwen's text and felt like crying again.

it's the thought that counts.

and it's the lil thoughts that i remembered.

thank god im self employed.
i can have time-off anytime i want.


but. i'll work my unhappiness off.