flat-lining.

Five minutes to Friday.

Two days of a short weekend.

Then five whole days of the same.


Work feels like going to war lately. I feel the amount of stress and pressure we all get put under has been an enormous strain, and has probably aged us a few years. I'm really not keen on office politics. I do my work well, nevermind the fact it goes underappreciated. But when we are treated badly, my natural instinct to protect my team and our rights override any sensibilities to abide by their unreasonable ethics.

Every evening home now is a blessed respite from the daily strife.

I am just. tired.


And of course, some would try to convince me it gets better, and good things will come my way. And I nod and smile politely.

Because it all feels kinda numb and too much disappointment has caused this heart to go empty and grow cold.

Besides, no one promised everyone would be happy. Debate if you would, but then think about the word grace carefully. Not that I'm bitter, it's just that it would be hubris to fancy that someone owes you a good life.


But honestly, I'm just plain tired. As in, I need to sleep for awhile tired.

Goodnight and good luck, ladies.


. arigato .