It’s a bad way to start my birthday month. I officially think that I am just jinxed, and nothing ever come great on my birthday month.
Sunday was hard to swallow. In fact, it kinda brought forward to today. I can feel tears welled up constantly through out the day. And I just reminded me of a failure I can be.
I am trying but apparently nothing is ever enough. I am so afraid that I will break, under such constant rattling and looking down at.
I am pushing and stretching my limits.