The storm

The past week has been exhausting. Given a choice, i'd rather bury myself in work like the week i was busy with ST...waking up at 5am, work til 10pm and hitting the bed at 11pm (earliest), dead to the world. But then again, things happened and the only choice is to handle them.

Could situations be worse than these? Yes. Or perhaps the worse has yet to surface? I dunno.
I'm trying ways to cope. It's like hanging onto a piece of driftwood, hoping for a boat or smtg to rescue me.
The toughest is to stay emotionally strong. Each morning i wake up, i somehow hope that whatever that happened was just a bad dream...

It's a storm now and i yearn to see the rainbow.