Okay, I get it.
It's just this antenatal thingy I'm suffering from.
I just have to hold out for another five months, and hopefully after I pop, the postnatal thingy wouldn't come a-knocking.
So a year down the road, when I revisit my journal, all I'll be reading would become nonsense to me.
This is definitive.
And no I don't and can't expect help from anyone.
Because everyone has his/her own issues; even him.
With no expectation comes no disappointment.
So there! I've said it.
Feel better already, Sam.
You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.
Your life is not a mess. It's just the antenatal thingy.
Really.
Mind over matter, Sam.
Mind over matter.