Past weeks have been.... overwhelming. With office politics. On usual days when Jon was still around in my life at least I had a form of escapde, at least there was somewhere I could call my second home, where I could just be myself, without feeling trapped, feeling incompetent, without having to get myself involved in human behaviour.

I feel I had to be cautious with my choice of words. I feel I had fought a battle (and always the one who lost) every day I get out of office.

Then I come home to someone asking me to give up on HER dream.

Give me a break, humans.

Weepinbell, come back.