Sometimes everything becomes just too much for me, and I end up fantasizing that I’m somewhere far from the people I know, maybe by the shore, simply listening to the waves as they crash my feet. I want to be alone again. I want to be with myself again . . . even for just one day.
When is it enough? To listen and listen and listen to others’ pain? To do and do and do others’ responsibilities? To accept and accept and accept everything this world gives you?
Where is the borderline between self-love and selfish love?
When do you say you deserve a rest? How do you tell this to those people who rely on you as their happiness, their hope, and their chance?
I easily get tired nowadays. I don’t even know why.