Never an honest word,
But that was when I ruled the world.
4:28p
I slept the whole afternoon away yesterday when I got home from work. And took another good 8hours sleep again last night.
Now, I can't sleep. And I have a 10p-6a duty at the hospital tonight.
I've to come up with ideas that would keep awake later. The ghost stories, perhaps? It has been quite a fad at our work station lately.
Everyone knows that hospitals are one of the favorite hot spots of spirits. You bet. A lot of stories has been passed on, and now they're slowly resurfacing. One by one. And we're the ones experiencing it.
Pretty nice. NOT.
I've done night duties already, and luckily, I haven't encountered anything creepy, yet. The running kid, female nurse wandering around, black man, crying man/woman, opening doors, and the likes.
Please, I've no plans of meeting them anytime soon.
I'm such a wuss when it comes to these stuff. I'd probably wet myself when I see one. Haha:)
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The break up issue has come out in the open. People at work would ask me about the ex, and I would tell them the same thing over and over again. We broke up. We're done. And I'm goooooood.
And somehow, some wouldn't believe me.
I'm coping, yes. And everything's fine. There's no reason to be sad or anything because I'm done with that phase. I've let go. And I feel so much better now.
Some said that the break up didn't affect me at all. It did. And I'm over it. So what's the problem now?
And suddenly I get it. We have this notion about the post break up ish. Like mourning over a failed relationship. Crying your heart out and such.
I go to work with a happy face, a genuine happy one. I love my work. I love the environment and the people that surrounds me. There's no need to go there being all bitchy and stuff, slapping to everyone's faces your "I-just-broke-up-with-my-boyfriend-so-leave-me-alone" aura.
No, I'm not like that. I've cried my heart out already. I'm done with it. And there's no reason to do it over and over again. Why do I have to be miserable after a break up when there's a lot of reasons to smile about?
Right?
So, forgive me if I'm not crying, writing heartbreaking letters, cursing every love songs, or locking myself in my room because I wanted to be alone.
I've accepted that my relationship failed. There's no pointing fingers, or putting blame on anyone this time. It failed, let's just put it at that.
I've grown, I guess. And I'm pretty sure that this time, it's called Maturity.
[xs] I'm quite vulnerable these days, but I'm keeping my guards up. My heart's gonna be on a loooooong hiatus :)
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