Ramblings of A Confused Woman

It is exactly 12:27, on a Friday morning, the 18th day of the first month for the year 2008.

I have just realised that I actually have a follow-up checkup with the good doctor today concerning my previous 'over-acting' visits to Mr Potty. Truth be told, my tummy is all upset again and now since I have very well forgotten to apply for leave, and it's a bit too late to reschedule for a new appointment, therefore I wouldn't be able to see the doctor and do anything concerning this problem of mine now.

Oh, bugger it.

I. Am. Legend? No. Depressed is more like it.

Have you ever hoped and prayed for something so hard, and you wanted something so bad, that sometimes you feel that your whole life depended on this one miracle and that you have done everything within your means to ensure that all your harwork and efforts will at least make an impact and that most of all, it was not for a worthless cause? And then, just when you think that all that was wrong before, is now just starting to get better, only to find yourself in the same gutter all over again, just like the one before and to finally realise that perhaps, despite all the hopes and dreams that you desperately want to believe and hold on to, that it is time for you to let go and just perhaps, it is time for you to just....

Stop.

Hoping.


Do you get my drift here? No? *Sigh*

It's ok, the title of the post says it all.

I am afterall, but a confused woman.