What do you do when you’re forced to the end of the cliff, and the only choices you had was to either jump off the cliff, or to fight back?

I chose to fight back, which will explain my temporary absence in the blogosphere in the future.

Wish me luck as I will need LOTS of them. And hugs too.

For the benefit of those who can’t read between the lines: I’ve never cried over my project or the degree of difficulties or responsibilities or pressures that come with it. But I did today. A lot, too. God, please help me :(