chickened-out
i'm..
having been back to work recently (and although it's been for a little while previously), i haven't got a spare room to breathe any properly. simply because the work is getting more and more demanding, yet i'm still trying to catch up with what i've got on-hands.
putting aside the capability toward any responsibilities, i thought many times i'm only spilling out my guts to reach an extra mile. many times off course (gee, how do you spell this? can't be bothered.. surely at the momet) i grow to be impatient, with others (and myself included) for being such innocent to let things grow beyond normality (hey, i see i'm not very flexible with changes!).
i suppose my personality is being tested. as the melancholy kicks in, i could be more resistant toward things.
God has mercy..
