Work and stress have slowly taken over my life. I keep myself busy every day, yet it feels like I gain so little from all that effort. I wish I could talk to my friends the way I used to, but work…and the distance between our time zones…make it so hard. And even when I get a chance to chat, my days are so dull that I barely have anything interesting to share.
As for quitting… I can’t. There’s too much I need to carry on my own. *sigh

I really miss those nights years ago, when I could stay up talking with my friends until it was late and quiet outside. And I’m sorry for those who still want to talk to me—I always take so long to reply, even when I don’t mean to.

My time doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore, and there’s nothing I can do to resist it. In a way… I think many people in this world are living the same way I am.