These past few days, I've been feeling unsettled. And I hate it. I hate feeling unsure. But I hate making mistakes more. So I don't think ASKING would do any harm.
I hate what's happening around me now.
Sometimes, I'd stop in the middle of work and go to the ladies' to cry. Just to blow off steam. Just so I can continue the day.
Sure, I may seem alright from the outside, but I'd cry almost every day. Surely, this cannot be right. And it's not just another PMS. That's over and done with. I'd do some self-deprecating and I don't think that's healthy. I'd like to think I'm pretty durable because I emerge from most hardships unscathed but who am I lying? I really am a porcelain vase on the windowsill, one that will shake and fall when the fierce wind blows.
*Note: Egilible is a word that exists. It's the cousin of 'eligible'. But it's a bit different. E.g. Jila has a boyfriend but is still EGILIBLE. Hurhur.