and heading into February.
A month has passed,
and yet, workloads seem to never cease.
It reaches to a point where I feel like shutting my phone,
locking myself in a room,
where there would not be any notification sounds,
no reminders,
and no alarms.
Working is exhausting.
I am exhausted physically and mentally.
No matter how I tried to look strong and happy,
inside me,
I know I am struggling.
Struggling to keep my head up,
to keep myself fighting through sadness,
loneliness,
desperation,
and disappointment.
I wish things would get better.
I wish that everything is going to be alright
eventually.
Jenny~
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