I am counting the days.. Less than 100 days to go..
But then, the more I count the days, the less others seem to notice that I will be gone..soon
I keep getting more tasks.. more projects..more things to think about.. more responsibilities.. more heartache..
Sometimes I want to scream.. Please give me a break.. I cant take too many things at a time.. I am an old lady.. My mind of course can think but my body is tired.. I just want to let go.. The head needs to realise that I will not stay longer.. I need to be free.. Free of the last string that binds me to this office.. The place that reminds me of him.. The pain.. The suffering..
Please.. Let me go..