The week has been an exhausting one not actually physically exhausting but more of mental and emotional exhaustion. I had been stretched to my very limits both mentally and emotionally to points I didn't know I could get to, my emotional drive had been burnt our all I feel is numb, the earlier burning emotion of anger that had enveloped me had gradually slipped away and left me high and dry. I try so much to poke at my emotional center for a release of a little juice of emotion any kind of emotion to make sure I was human once again but all I got in return was the fume of dust and a hiss from the breakdown of the emotion machine that resided in my head. I let out another sigh and focus once again on the activities of the past week. "I should come up with a new blog post" the silent voice in my head whispered in an attempt to distract from the situation at hand. I flipped my laptop open with reluctant obedience to the voice in my head. A few minutes pass...
"mummy who's that?" one of the commonest questions I bombarded my poor mother whilst growing up. I had been an inquisitive gal more like a gossip... Hush, asking questions about people shouldn't be considered as gossip. I was Interested in stories of the people around me, most time to further boost the imaginative storyline I had for my daydreaming characters.
One, two, three.... Fifteen; I counted the ceiling tiles for the third time. For some strange and unknown reason I find myself in this predicament that has robbed me of my beauty sleep; I wonder why they call it beauty sleep.
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