I applied a warm compress to my eyes for some minutes before adding almond oil, hoping the self treatment would fade the under eye bags that appears harshly on my face.
I feel tempered, stressed and irritated not to mention the aching sorrow that had blanket my mental and emotional state. Leaving my body weak to respond to my brain requests.
My eyes still felt pressured from the sleepless nights and the tears I've weeped all night.
I spent an hour under the shower. I wanted to boast my energy; not able to sleep can suck badly. I want to look better than I feel but nothing's helping. I feel dead.
Just like he wanted.
It was seven in the morning by the time I emerge from the bedroom to make some coffee for myself.
I would need caffeine after my kind of night.
The whole night I had
