It's 2:45AM. Insomniac, maybe. Restless, definitely. Lost, of course.
29 yrs old, in a job that I've learned all I can from, living in a country that no longer entices me, heartbroken, and living at home with the folks.
For the last several weeks, I've been dining with doctors on a diet that consists entirely of cardboard, hold the butter please. After weeks of making me a human dartboard, the final verdict (maybe) was gallstones, acidity and cysts in both ovaries. Lovely combination for a prescription of no work, no sleep, no eating and endless assortments of pain.
Life in comatose. Life made simple. Life who don't need you to teach its lessons. Simply to learn them.
Almost 30. Almost married. Almost alive...but almost doesn't count, does it?
