Yesterday's episode is a fiasco.
Happiness, i conclude,is always coupled with sadness. Pain is a proof that you are alive.
I have high tolerance for pain, physical pain, that is. Emotional pain is a different story.
That was not a good joke!
My body was dead beat. I worked during my rest days to make sure all is set before the critical days. My brain was whacked and drained. I cleaned the house. I did my laundry. Washed dishes. Etcetera. I live alone so it follows that I do almost everything for myself. Stressed out. I felt so sick.
I was expecting comforting words but to my dismay...
I was at the verge of giving up; why have you not rescued me instead?
Why would you always leave when i needed you the most?
I love you...you are my life.
If it would take me to blog for the rest of my life just to re-assure you of my love, i would without hesitation.
If it would take me to say "No" to people over and over again, i unwaveringly would.
Tell me...let me know...
I just don't wanna hear that joke from you again.