Acceptance.

Weekend is almost over for which i'm glad. Its always hard being home. Tomorrow it will start all over again. I work 9 and a half hours a day with an hour and a half break in the middle. During that time i simply go to some nice place and eat alone. It  was hard initially but now i'm getting used to it. By the time i get off work i'm always too tired to talk to anyone so i simply go home, say my prayers, eat, get things ready for the next day and hit the bed. And the next day it starts all over again. Its not the kind of life i wanted but its exactly the kind i need. It doesn't let me be me, doesn't make me happy but its for the greater good. Like i said before.. its not about living anymore, only surviving.