Late...

I'm late. But I have a feeling that it's going to happen today.

Late, last night the party went on till late. I wasn't invited (as usual) and it's okay by me. It's common, it's an accepted fact that my life is 100% work. I don't really care what a shitty person I am out of work, just as long as I deliver at work and that I am 100% a person of integrity.

The "rest of your life" story is not sticking to me already. So much has changed since. I remember speaking to Qert about marriage and having 5 children. I still want 5 children. It's the husband and the relationship and the problems that I don't want.

Lately I've been blowing my top so much that I know I'm just late and it will come. It's very funny because about half a month ago, I was so stressed that I was tearing in front of my mentor. I know that was serious because I don't normally have crystals in my eyes unless it's bleeding time or close to bleeding time...

I'm weird.

I called Qert today and left a message that I'm confused. He called me back to say I'm not confused. I'm worried. See, I'm confused that I cannot even tell the difference with both the feelings.

Thank you JC for your sms to remind me that Friday is around the corner. Appreciate. :-)