Sleep like a corpse

Everyone dream to have a fairytale love story… That once upon a time you’ll meet your One True Love, sing a beautiful song and live happily ever after.

But in reality,
Fairytale is just as good as a dream
That can only happens when we sleep.

So I guess I’ll have to sleep tight tonight because I might finally meet my One True Love IN MY DREAMS.

Depression

My life is not easy.
Problems are taking over my mind.
And no matter how I try, I’m still losing it.

No one notice
No one even care to ask me

I thought pretending to be happy is the solution. But it just worsen my situation.

I don’t want to pretend anymore. I cried and cried and cried over and over again… But this time I wanted it to stop.

I thought of killing myself.
So I can talk to God personally and ask him ‘why?’

But suicidal sucks! Or am I?

Cutting myself is not helpful.
Taking high dosage of medicines isn’t effective.
Waiting for a falling debris in construction site doesn’t do the trick either… They have serious safety measure in there.
Even waiting for a car to hit me off the road are way impossible.
Jumping off the building is the only option left.

Please God, tell me what to do.
I’m hopeless.
I want this to be over now.

Taking Sleep Seriously

“Take sleep seriously. Or die. In multiple ways.” – NOTED!

Retrievals

Just when you think Western Civilization has enough problems, along comes someone to give you yet another reason to be worried. The time around our prophet of doom is Professor Charles A. Czeisler from Harvard Medical School, who informs us in his recent article in Nature that both children and adults in America are sleeping less and less. The culprit is not the Keurig machine, as devilishly alluring as it is. The culprit is artificial light.

And here I thought my sleep deprivation was attributable to my household’s potent combo of little boys.

No, apparently it is electric light that is the culprit; as the Professor writes, “The more we light up our lives, the less we sleep.” It not just the overhead lighting that is causing this, but all the light given off by our beloved little electronic gizmos like smart phones, tablets, and TVs. And lest one be…

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Dear Office Hubby,

Bitter is a word and now it exist… in my heart!
 
I don’t like you
I don’t love you
I don’t even care about you
 
But the moment I saw you with her…
I know, you meant something to me.
  
My heart froze as if I stayed too long in the ocean of Antarctic when I saw you together, almost kissing. Now I wish that I really live in the Antarctic having a simple life, catching fish for my polar bear pet.
 
I suddenly ask “In hundreds of people in the office, why me? Why do I have to see that?” An eye-opener? To slap me with reality that denial is not a safe place to hide my feelings? I obviously have thousands of questions but no matter how many times I ask, I can’t change the fact that he’s with her.
 
I look myself in the mirror, thinking.
What did you see in her?!
Is it because of her slim body type?
I may not be slim but I have the curves! Voluptuous is the new sexy!
Or Is it of her long straight black hair with side-swept bangs?
Well I can’t beat that, my hair is not a natural straight and I don’t have the bangs and guts for it.
   
I guess Love really is blind… Literally.
<SIGH!>
      
From my heart,
Divorce Office Wife
     
With background music: “Love takes” time by Mariah
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Disclaimer: Office Hubby is not really my husband. It’s a code name use by my colleagues for their crush.