Another weekend has come and gone, I spent it taking my mind off work, off everything that's been happening in my life, I kept myself busy so my mind wouldn't wander, so I wouldn’t feel impatient of the things I want to happen.

Funny how I still feel stressed instead of relaxed after that weekend. I'll be going to class soon, and it'll feel like I'm working 7 days a week again. I'll be stacked with work in a while, and the never ending payment issues with my suppliers begin.

She's probably pissed at me right now; I haven't given her much time. I'm sure she's pressured as much as I am and yet, I'm failing to be there for her. My mind is too racked at the moment, I need silence and privacy.

I haven't had that in a while now.

I have to run when I get back home, I have to keep in shape; I still have a lot going for me. The family's future rests in my shoulders and I have to be strong, I have to be focused otherwise, dreams won't be realized.