Every Picture Tells a Story

Sep 14, 2007

After more than a month, exhaustion - both mental and physical - is beginning to hit.

I didn't leave myself time to realize where I am, what's happened to me. All of a sudden, my life has changed, and it wasn't an easy or gradual passage.

I'm happy, satisfied. Always. I'm sure I made the right choice, and if I was offered a return ticket, I'd turn it down.

But I'm tired, very tired.

I'm tired because my mind never stops.

I haven't cried yet since I arrived here. Though every day, for one stupid thing or another, the tears rise and my eyes fill, I never manage to let them fall.

I'm tired, so tired I could whine and throw a hysterical scene. Get out while you can...

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