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Right now, I find it really difficult to talk about anything. I cannot even write my blogs. I feel so exhausted, but I don't know why. Or maybe I know why but I don't want to admit. It's like I just want to escape and leave everything altogether. I remember this old radio program which used to say, "I don't know what I'm fighting against. I just know I'm losing." I don't even know who I am anymore.

Maybe this is the retribution of continually bottling my feelings up over the two decades of my life, accumulating all the unfinished businesses that I have. I cannot even mourn. Nothing has ever been grateful for me prioritizing them over myself, and I can't even blame anyone but myself. Right now, I just want to drop everything and save myself. Prioritize myself. Love myself. For once, and for moving forward.

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