Looking back at last week's events, I realized I haven't been giving myself time for sleep, having only one meal a day because the damn printing is just too pricey, and having breakdowns for no reason. I never noticed how I still got the strength to get through that week. It was one of the longest and dreadful weeks, I ever had. 

I experienced 4 breakdowns and one of them was crying in front of my thesis adviser and my prof. It was only a small mistake. Of course, I was tired. Of course, I never wanted it to happen since it was my nth time reprinting the catalogue. I quickly closed my eyes as tears started to gush out. I was never afraid of crying in front but I wanted everything to pause for awhile. I eventually became ok after I calmed down. 

That week was a weird weird week.