62: Yvette

I am beyond exhausted after spending the whole day at the university, running around between classes and labs, only to continue the night with working at the supermarket.

Augustine might have paid for my education but I still need food and a place to sleep hence these part time jobs; during the weekend I'd work as a waitress at a fine dining restaurant, making more money that I make with my weekday cashier job at the supermarket but still, I need both jobs so I can afford stuff including a ticket to go back to New York every summer.

I miss my babies, I miss the father of my babies, but when I'm this exhausted every single day for the whole ten months, I don't get to feel the loneliness much.

Because for every free time I have, I'd look at the pictures I took when we were together during the summer breaks, and right before I managed to dwell into sadness, somebody would call me telling 'break time is over', or I've fallen asleep with book opened, face pasted on the desk.

I'm tired.