Yesterday I had a heart attack. No but seriously, I thought I was gonna die. And work is just fabulous, and my life is super perfect. It gets a bit tiring being fabulous, and perfect. It gets tiring being told what you “should be doing next”, simply because, even in your heart you know that’s what you should be doing. Plain and simple; the sads.
I told my sister, and she was all like: Is there anything I can do?
So I unleashed, and we both ended up feeling even more powerless than when we started out, but I think at the end of the day, it felt so much better to talk to someone, than to just keep it bottled in for the 6th Month.
Can’t help but feel like my life is overrrr (Dineo Ranaka R). I will still have to get up.