Black and Blue

For as long as I can remember, Sundays have always been for family, rest and drifting away from the world even just for a day. Today, I came home knowing I would need to work (in my school) later, a Sunday.

Imagine my disbelief when I am actually subjected to this kind of.. Undertaking. I am cranky, tired and just want to sleep. I keep thinking how hard things will eventually prove themselves to be come end of this week. I can't anymore explain how mentally straining it is to shake this pain of my brain but it's deep seated there so fat chance to him. Gr. I'm not making any sense.

I've to go and relish the last few hours I have of my inevitable toxic life. Adieu.