Weak.

Physically, Mentally, Emotionally.

The late nights are really a pain.
But I must persevere.
It's only for a few more weeks and then I'll get my well deserved break.

Major eye bags.
Bloodshot eyes.
A large appetite which poofs into thin air the moment I feel stressed.

I really want to kill you.
But I miss you more than words can say.
This makes no sense.
But I still miss you.

Peace!