Saturday, February 17, 2007
When you just can't speak up.
I hate how I actually have a lot of angst brewing inside and how I just can't let them out because I don't want to hurt those who've been hurting me.
And I hate that I can't really bitch that much even if almost everyone's been bitching because of stress. But hey, I'm stressed too. I have so much to do in so little time too. And hey, must you know that I have sacrificed the things I used to enjoy just to get things done.
Just please, don't bitch as if you're the only one who's actually busy. 'Cause I, I don't get to model anymore (my previous agency's been contacting me for weeks already and all I can say is "Maybe next week"), I don't get to go home to my family in the province, I've never had any free time anymore, I don't get even just four hours of sleep at night.
Oh, and have you ever realized I'm juggling all this with raising my fourteen-year-old brother, worrying about the things he needs for school the next day when he tells me the night before, fetching him from tutor in the evening instead of actually having time to read for Bio, going home early on school nights and trying to live a very straight life to set a good example, et cetera et cetera.
But you will never ever hear this from me. NEVER.
