Here I am, thinking of how my life has ended up being like this.

Making me feeling stupid and indifferent to everything...

If only things could be different

I feel so trapped in all...

So tired to change things

So mad at him

So alone...

And yet I have to keep on 'working' to get things done...don't know why, what for? If it's not to be shared and be proud about it

This is a bad moment

Really

One day I'll start writing a book...maybe start writing in this space

Back to reality, to research writing...it's amazing but time-taken-off-kids

Just talk to me...