It's a bag of mixed emotions, but most of all, I can feel the pent-up anger waiting to explode.
I promised myself I would remain cool about this, and I should try to take things easy.
But as everyone knows, it's always easier said than done.
And no matter how you've braced yourself to expect the worst, you're often left defenseless when reality hits you and shreds you to bits.
Admittedly, I am much calmer now than the previous time because I am no longer that naive, and I know terrible things can happen to the everyday person.
2012 has just been an absolute bitch. Well, at least to me.
And I can't wait for the year to just get the heck out of my life because I want to move on and bury the past behind.
For the record, 2012, you've been the worst year that's ever come into contact with me so far. And if every single year after you is going to be exactly like you or worse, then I've to turn up my resilient mode and adopt a guerilla warfare approach to take the likes of you down.
Just about 5 more months to this ghastly year and I hope I'll be able to say "GOOD RIDDANCE" at the stroke of midnight on 31 December 2012 and welcome a new, and hopefully, much better year.
The hub's right. I need a break and hell, I think I deserve one. I'm tired of picking up after people's rubbish and covering up their sorry excuse of half-arsed efforts in the work place. And I'm sick of being the one responsible for my children's weaknesses and faults, as if other children are perfect and flawless.
After 10 years of devoting myself to my family and more years to my jobs, I'm left wondering if this is my life's true purpose. I have no regrets in my decisions so far, but I realise that the only way for me to function without having a mental breakdown is to nourish my own body and soul.
Time to recharge my 38-year-old batteries.
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