I'm not too proud to admit to you now,
that I'm still nothing more than a wreck.
And I do intend, not to pretend till the end.

No alarms and no surprises.

I need you now.

I wish this was easier, but if all wishes came true, we'd all be billionaires by now.

Need to focus and come up with really good report for tomorrow, and hopefully make that bitch who can't remember my name, remember it once and for all.

I wish there was someone I could speak to who understands how I feel.

I can't believe its only Tuesday and I'm so exhausted already. 

I think I'd still prefer the choux pastry heart days.

I've made up my mind, if you can't be fond of what I like, out you go.
 

If it's a broken part, replace it 
 If it's a broken arm, brace it 
If it's a broken heart then face it. 

The beginning of end is coming!