Kill

Work's a killer!

Yep, that's what it is. Oh that and knowing that she's hurt, kills too.

I'm fed up with myself for being such a coward. For not telling her how I feel. So just shoot me now. Yes, I mean now. Unless I can somehow manage to tell her how I feel, blow my brains out.

Work is squeezing the living daylights out of me. Super exhausting. Two jobs at one go. Clever me.

You know what? I think I might talk to her soon. Tell her how I feel towards her. When? Maybe when I have time to spare. I'm so drenched in busyness right now, even spending time using the computer is a privilege.

So until then, keep those guns at ready. You might just need to use 'em.