20 Kasým 2018, Pazartesi
saat: 03:10
It’s late & I’m tired & we both have headaches, but at least I am not the one who has to drive five hours tomorrow to spend the Thanksgiving holiday here.
It’s late & we both spent the day working. He's better at relaxing than me, turning on music whenever he works in the lab but I am still in my office making a checklist of all the things that I still need to get done. I have a preoccupation with success, it’s my new bad habit to run myself dry trying to make something out of myself.
It’s late & I’m tired & I’m the type of girl that catches colds more often than breaks. Everywhere I turn someone claims to be falling apart, something needs to be fixed, & I think I’m collapsing myself by giving away all the things that hold me together just so everyone else is okay. I must support myself. for them. I have to be the strength. The wise one.
It’s late, I'm tired & I don’t want to grade any more. I want to fall asleep among the mess I’ve made at home & not worry about what I have to do the next day.
