Finally it's caught up with me.

I'm so tired. I am dishevelled, at a loss of words to what this blessed society has come to. Pouring my soul into everything I do, it's overflowing, I will try to my absolute end whatever faces me first. But even then I'm still made to look like an idiot. I smile but a piece of my dies each time. Things truly aren't what they seem, I am horrified that I may be moving into a life I'm not ready for - no wait, I don't want to be ready for. But I know I have to grin and bare in now because it's practically happening. And the hours of train travel are draining away my energy, the day is not over when it's said it's over. There's a long way to go after that. I need a drink. And a cry. A good, gut wrenching howl from the bottom of my lungs and the warm tears flood down my face, falling onto all my clothes, making this overapplyjng makeup stream down my face leaving stains...an ugly mess.

Yes, finally, everything has caught up with me.