Everyone has a limit.

I was sitting on my chair with my knees against my desk, staring at my computer screen. No music. My dad walked in wondering what I was doing. I said nothing. He stood there for a while just staring at me. I spin around on my chair.

"Are you done your homework yet?"
"Yes"
"Did mom call recenly?"
"Yes"

Silence.

And then it happened. They escaped from my eyes.

I've never felt so weak before.


“I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.”

—	Jennifer Yane

I've written a lot of posts, but never published them. Just writing what I feel already makes me feel better, and then I delete it. I'll try to start posting what I write now. It's for myself, my own satisfaction and relief. So if you like, you can read them. I will not blog to update others of my daily or weekly life. But I will write for the mere purpose of getting things out of my mind. My journal ran out of pages.