Yesterday’s nightmare.

After a week of working when the heart is not in it, I want to lock myself at home for awhile. My hands have cracked consistently everyday and feels swollen when I scrunch them up. This is detergent poisoning.

On that note, I must say I have no respect for someone with lily smooth hands because it shows how little they actually do housework. Or any physical labour besides working on the computer. Ah well, yes I know its just me.

I hate this oppression. This “I can’t do anything” feeling at home. I hate coming home and knowing there’s people, I hate having to do things while looking behind my back.

I need the silence.

That’s what I am learning to balance right now: being in your face one moment, and out the other.