So much to do. So so much. Scheduling every single thing I'm suppose to do, yet more things are coming in and it's packed. No time, no time. Everyone's been given 24 hours not more not less. Need more time? Sacrifice some sleep time, nap time. Sleeping occupies most of the hours in a day.

Some things are just complicated. Confusions. Then again, I might not have said what I was suppose to say, pin-point. Or maybe I'm just being sensitive. Thinking too much of what that is not there. Thinkers, I got to know I've got a bunch of thinker-friends last night.
Priority. Life is difficult. Especially when you're not in a good condition. Everything will come tumbling down on you. Yet, struggling to breathe. Gasp of air. What's important? Why so worried?

What went in, came out. I think my brain is demanding for a day off. Or week off. Brain muscles are so buffed until it's gona burst. Yay.