I suddenly felt like I’m living without a direction. Lost in the middle of searching a way out of this claustrophobic space. I want to just sit down and cry out everything. But what’s there to be so depressed about? See, I’m lost, I don’t even know why is the need to cry. I’m losing my mind.
Maybe that’s just a feeling and a feeling varies according to situations. Everyday is so routine and I have nothing to say about that because that’s my life, at least for now. I see people everyday. I see cars everyday. I see dogs everyday. I see food everyday. And I see what I see.
Humans are complicated beings. I see same type of humans, I see different types of humans. But what am I really looking at? Attitudes or aptitudes? I say, both, but more attentions to the former. Do I see mine? I’ve got to be more conscious to do that. And that’ll make me lose my mind, again for sure.
Days come and go. Years come and go. The rat year is ending soon. The cows are getting themselves to moo around soon enough. What does this gotta do with my feelings? I don’t know. I really don’t know. Met my parents today, feeling happy just for a short period of time and feeling upset at the same time. No, I’m not having PMS. Just wasn’t myself for that bit of time.
Say, sleep is obligatory, not sleeping kills. I don’t wanna die just yet.