My Space. My Life

Tired. Stressed. Heartbroken. That is what’s eating me up these days.

There’s the moving back to the previous site. While I am happy I am moving back, you cna never really deny that any move is stressful in its own ways. I am glad to see old friends and be back at the old office though. The view never fails to give me at least a minute of peace.

There’s a storm brewing on the homefront. A big storm I tell ya. It’s got my name written all over it. I really don’t know how much more I can take. I tried, I really tried. People around me can attest to that. But when someone is so stubborn and blinded, how do you make them see? How do you wake them up? I am this close to literally bumping that persons head on a wall just to wake that person up. I am just preparing myself. Asking myself over and over and over if I am ready, if I can take it.