Finite Dreams

A girl in search of the meaning of life. I'm slowly finding my place in this thing called life.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

It's 8 AM and I'm still in the office. Haven't written anything in months now. Too tired. Too burned out and way past the point of caring.

Been working 16-hours almost everyday for more than 2 months now. With the way things are, I don't think my workload will get less anytime soon.

What do I do anyway? I pick up and fix the messes other people make. I take responsibility for tasks that other people fail to do.

I have absolutely no idea how and when I got to this point. Everything's been a blur for me in the last few months. It shows in my eyes. I got my eye ulcer back.