Sometimes, I wish that I only remember happy stuff. But sadly, no. Perhaps the bad memories stay for a good reason.
I’m feeling a little empty with all the borrowed travel books returned. Wanted to make a trip down to the library today but had to stay behind to finish up some work. Let’s hope tomorrow will be a better day at work.
Stuck in a dilemma. I’m not sure if it’s good when people think highly of me. I feel obliged to keep up to the expectations and end up stressing myself more than ever. Now, I’m asked to decide wisely for next year and I’m scared.
I’m counting down to the getaway. 21 more days. But before that, let me clear at least half my to-do-list at work.