I have been waiting for all my life…ok, perhaps not.
Just 3 mths plus but it is enough to kill me.
Today, the date is 11th, i cant believe i am so near to 15th!
I really do not know how i make it through these few mths.
Actually i know, i do not dare to head out, i forced myself to head out feeling a little uncomfortable. ETC.
The wait seems faster during the few mths. Now that the day is nearer, the wait seems so loooooooooong.
As much as i am so anxious and looking forward to that day with anticipation….1% of me cant believe it is finally here and is a little resistent towards it.
I am just complicated yea?
Btw, it should be Day 9 but i kinda break it so it is Day 3 again.
But i am proud of myself, the cravings is getting lesser and i believe i can do it.
Thank you Jesus.
On a side note, the colleague at work is targeting all her hatred from God-knows-where, to me. All to me.
Honestly, i am very pissed off everyday at work, having to face such person. I have to write this out because i have no avenue to..
But at the same time, i am thankful that at least i have a job. No, i am not looking down on myself, yes i believe i am capable to get a job elsewhere but you might not know. So.. i tolerate, i endure.
I am also learning to stand up for myself ever since i met such bullies.
I am rather sad that my sister at home is giving me attitude constantly. Is lik, she do not lik communicating properly with the family.
I never experience this from her when she was a teenager, but i gt all the shits when she is 24 this year.
She might not know or she might blame me for writing this. But honestly, she do not knw the hurts she bring to Mum and me for being so cold and harsh to us.
My life is not perfect, but i start to look at small little things that bring smiles to my face, i guess thats how we manage to survive each day.
If not, life is gona b very hard.