The last three weeks have been grueling to say the least. There was work, usual daily routines, and a thorn in my chest waiting to be pulled out. Day after day, the anticipation of impending doom haunted both my dreams and daydreams. I couldn't focus. The most I could do to prepare was to pray.
The day has finally arrived. Unlike the past days, today I felt numb. I was lightheaded and could barely feel my pulse. Maybe because I've gotten used to the feeling. Or maybe because I wasn't able to sleep last night. Or maybe both.
I know this was my fault in the first place. I just hope things will be better off after today.