oH, wHeN wiLl iT eNd?

I want to just collapse where I'm standing on one non-Havaianas-clad foot but I have too much to do.

I won't regale (is that with an e?) you with the gory details because I know, friendships, that you are going through the exact same thing. Only difference between you and me is, I am royally whiny.

Scared. Tired. Hurting. LSS-ing I Constantly Thank God for Esteban.

Kaya natin 'to.