I’ve just walked into the second page of the new chapter of my life, but I have already had this I-can’t-take-it-anymore feeling. I can’t handle the pressure and the amount of work that is thrown to me. I can see myself ‘collapsing’ soon.

F*ck distance! Walking through this chapter alone (physically) is not fun at all.

F*ck the monthly period. It just increases the sensitivity and stress level.

Ugh.

But deep inside this ugly fugly feeling, there is this feeling named happy and joy that is about to explode anytime. I feel like talking to somebody and jump in joy together!