A new day, just like every day, has come. A new beginning? Let's not get carried away! New hopes? Yes, that I'm guilty of. The end of a week always brings some sense of relief. No matter how hard the family gathering tries to take that sense of relief, it wouldn't leave. It fights for me. It wants me to be ok. And I am, momentarily, ok.
I have a small question now. We have a '3abga at work and I promised to bring something but got lazy and brought something else; will I be shunned forever now? Will I be known as the girl who can't commit? Why am I even participating in such events? This was my idea of being funny, so yeah!