Tuls, thank you

I'm really really tense.

My last class today ended at 8pm. My mind could barely absorb anything when someone was going through some of the inconsequential details of the management of hepatic encephalopathy based on the American Association for the Study of Liver Diseases.

I feel so tired. I feel like crying. I feel like collapsing.

I've got so many things to do. So many things to read up on.

I have to present a case of Crohn's disease to the head of the medical department tomorrow. I've got a case report which I've completed due to procrastination. I've just rejected a girl very politely by coming out to her. It was a spur-of-moment decision which I hope I won't regret. Apart from that, my beloved car is still being hospitalized. And I'm still waiting indefinitely for it to be discharged.

I texted Tuls out of desperation and frustration, compelling him to say something nice that would soothe my soul.

To my surprise, he did, very obediently.

I smiled.

I really did.

I wish I had my own boyfriend (instead of someone else's) whom I can exploit when I'm in such a predicament.

But, for a moment, I could forget the saddening fact that there'd been nothing really significant in my sexual history and grinned as I read his SMS-es for the second time.

Thank you, Tuls.