I just got home from work. Really. Do not ask why and what I was doing in the office till so late. Yes I was working. No I was not working all the way entirely. Yes there was a lot of work to be done. No I was not using work as an excuse not to go home.

I am feeling vexed. Remember that feeling you used to get as a student when you know you have not done your homework or studied your test and oops, tomorrow is the deadline? Well, 'Mount Work' is only ever getting higher and I forever, seemed to be only at the foot of it. But no, it is not work that is wearing me down, even though I am spending longer and longer hours in the office working. I feel, and I know, I am on the very verge of breaking down and succumbing. To what? Go figure. I honestly do not have the courage to write it down here and tell everyone. But I know if I cannot draw strength from somewhere soon, even though I know I will MOST DEFINITELY live to regret it, I will go ahead to do it. I am that vulnerable now.

If any man comes along and is super sweet to me now, I know I will melt. Literally. I am that tired. Haha. Ya, I should not be making a joke out of this. It can turn serious. If you know what I mean. I know out there there are at least two of you who do.

'Hey Sam, you know what that means?'

Two days more to go. I do not know if I will break down on that day. I am bracing myself for it.