I let myself under the blanket this week, to afraid to peek outside. you can’t see the blanket? oh ya, it’s more like a visibility blanket. you can’t see it but I definitely can feel it.
I am just not ready to face this. I can’t be more prepare to see my grandma lying weak in bed, not able to walk around, read or do anything that she used to love to do. It’s just too sad, too heartbreaking.
I am not ready to start another days of work my ass off in postgrad. doing phd. despite all the offer and opportunity, I found myself in the doubt. Just felt so weak.
I really don’t know what to decide at this point.
totally stupid!