It sucks..its repulsive I know but its just waves upon waves of frustration welling up from within. The circumstances are not helping either..with him totally unfocused despite me forsaking a day out to help him with his math. 111108...31 weeks..my birthday cannot come soon enough this year..I never really expected this whole experience to be of such a nature. Physically draining yes..but still within my limits. However the total mindf**k they dish out is really outta my league..how the hell did things evolve into such a resentful stage. Why do everyone expect me to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders? I've my own life to lead for god's sake! With responsibilities amounting to stress inducing levels, I probably have lost that much more sanity from my reservoir.
Writing or blogging is the only avenue from which I can unleash my tirade of pure scathing fury to essentially nobody in particular. I wish for this phase of my life to fly by...
153 work days
211 absolute days

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