bedtime thoughts

It's bedtime. I thought maybe I can type something down if this is the only way out now to clear some things in my head. The nightmares are recurring, which is making me slightly afraid of going to bed of late. But well, as a working adult I still need to sleep so I try to get some rest before midnight strikes. It's just that I wake up occasionally, either tearing or in a state too sober. It sucks. Very badly. Because I have to be bogged down by work for the next twelve hours and inadequate sleep just makes everything suck. To make things worse what some people say aren't very encouraging. I'm pretty thankful though, that the colleagues have been helping me a lot and trying to be inclusive. Work stress is inevitable but contrary to most people's belief, the pile of work to accomplish does not help to divert my attention from certain things. It just makes me extremely exhausted. Still, I try to be optimistic. Again, much to people's disbelief. But really, I am too tired to explain anyway.

Yesterday was besties day. We picked yesterday because we are kind of running out of time since M is flying off in finger-digits days. We didn't do anything exciting, which I was grateful for. A whole day at work didn't leave me with any remaining energy for stayovers or whatnot. I bumped into Mr. Sim at the food centre. He still managed to say my name without much hesitation, even though he only taught me for a year when I was in primary four. And as expected, he asked about my father, whom he always regarded in awe. When I broke the news, I could tell he was really upset.

My eyelids are beginning to drop. It should be a good thing.

Goodnight.