Extragavantly tired.

That face, that hair. That was the first time I sat today.

Super tired.
I really don't even know how to stand up anymore.
I have been cleaning the dishes that were constantly brought in,
refilling the dishes that keeps running out fast,
dealing with little kids that were in the balloon pit (ugh, the air in most of the balloons are mine ok),
dealing with one flirtatious kid (yes, a 13 year old boy).

And when I'm not doing anything, I have to constantly ask for a task to do, because that's what good and obedient nieces do. Not that I'm saying I am....but that was what I proved just now. Was constantly here and there, back and front, up and down. Had to finish up the decorations, the food, the after food, the games, the people, the cake, the tire, the tire; oh, the tire!
Worried of what people might think of me if I just sat down there, watching other cousins and aunts pacing fast to finish off their duty, made me so hardworking that I realize I was doing the dishes without even being told to.
My be-good-to-keep-your-family-honour switch was turned on just now and I guess that it hasn't turned off yet for now.

Currently at home, left my aunt's place to come back, to wash up and to sleep and rest. Oh, I just really want to die.

Wanting to call him. But I can't. Something is stopping me. Something is pushing me back. Maybe it's him?