I'm exhausted. Mentally. Physically. I know I brought this upon myself. Yet again, I don't know if I can finish my work. It gets harder and harder everytime. Guess age is catching up on me. No more stamina to go the distance. I knew I should have thought of myself first and not be concerned about what other people may feel. Why should I care about what others are stressing about? I should have handled my own stress first. At the end of the day, my problems are MY problems: no one will be there to help me out. Why should I help others if I don't stand to gain anything from it? Seriously, I am so tired of PEOPLE. This has been a terrible weekend, filled with things that should not have happened. After all the fun and laughter, I'm here alone, by myself, trying to clean up my own mess. My fault really.
I CAN'T STAND IT.
