Thursday, December 22, 2005
I haven't been my self for the longest time. One month and two weeks to be exact. It's enough that I have to deal with a whole new culture and being $84 short at work and have a dress code, but I feel like I'm also being restricted from being my self at home. I haven't talked to neither one of my bestfriends for more than a month and I've been a bit depressed because the little things that I want to vent out keeps on piling that sometimes I just cry until I fall asleep.
I was used to waking up in the morning and see my son's smiling face, sing at the top of my lungs any time of the day and run around our 2-story, 4 bedroom house (and yes, sometimes naked). Now I am living in a 1 bedroom apartment where room is beside the bathroom where someone would knock on the door because I'm too loud. It's like living in a library or a secluded monastery!!!
Spell casted @ 12:50 PM