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I’ve never felt this overwhelmed with work before. My back is killing me, my arms are numb, and I’m just completely drained from everything I’ve been tackling. I’m still not even halfway through sorting out these contracts, and I can already feel myself slipping away. It’s like my back is screaming at me, and my mind feels like it’s dragging itself over a massive hurdle. I can’t shake this feeling of total exhaustion. All I want is to curl up and sleep, giving my mind a much-needed break, but I know I can’t afford that, especially since I still need to sort out the plan with Ariana and where she’d stay after school.

Kiara’s POV I was so tired. I dropped my phone on the table and pressed my fingers against my temples. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said quietly. Leo, who had been pacing around the room, stopped immediately and turned to me. “What do you mean?” I looked up at him, my eyes already burning. “I’m tired, Leo,” I repeated. “I just want everything to go back to normal. I want peace. I want to wake up without thinking someone is watching us or waiting to destroy us.”

"I was just exhausted and I apologize" "You seem tired a lot these days. It makes me worried. Maybe I have done something wrong" "You have not"

’’ Justin uttered and I do not know what to say anymore and I can’t focus neither to answer him and end up just nodding to him. This is so freaking tiring. This day sucks. I mean, all of my days sucks. My life sucks.

I emphasize everything. "Please! Don't discuss this. I'm tired." Gerald warned me. The tired expression was printed on his face. Yes, too much drama, I'm exhausted again. "I'm sick. Gerald is sick. I'm tired of all this drama. I'm giving up, totally giving up on everything." I'm so desperate right now. I'm sobbing even more. I am done, really done!

I get dressed up for the night. Being exhausted for the whole day happening and now this torture from this beast. I don't know when sleep comes to my eyes.

Do I have to go through all this? I am tired, my body and mind were exhausted. I’m tired of dealing with things that I don’t like. I'm tired of suffering that after all, I'm not at fault. Why me? I'm not as strong as others. Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to suffer over and over again? All I want is happiness and peace of mind and heart. Quiet life with my loved ones. With my husband.

Nadia complained and Leilah’s face paled. “Ugh.. you’re right. I don’t have as much workload as you and I feel sick to the stomach thinking about taking on another part-time job on top of what I’m doing. I have no idea how you’re doing this… Are you even human?” Leilah asked and Nadia sighed. “These days, It feels like I’m becoming more of a zombified version of myself…” She complained and Leilah sighed. “Which makes me wonder even more what is the reason why you’re putting yourself through all this. It must be something important,” Leilah asked as she sipped from her coffee.

Of course, they know what it means. "Oh, you know," she replied with a wry grin, wanting to vent everything in front of her brothers. "It's been hectic, to say the least. Between classes, assignments, and extracurricular activities, I feel like I'm running on fumes most days." Keisley nodded sympathetically, his expression reflecting understanding. They've been there, after all. "I can imagine," he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. "But hey, at least you're having fun, right? That's what counts."

“Aren't you going to say anything?” There were so many things I wanted to say, but it all felt too harsh, too real, and too complicated. Would she even understand that I'd done everything I could? Grants. Loans. Begging. Pleading. Could I explain that I was tired of working so hard for nothing? Tired of going nowhere fast.