Spent the entire morning in bed, staring at the ceiling. I woke up to an empty house and it felt oddly serene. There were a lot of things to be done today but I just couldn't untangle myself from the warm sheets and the soft comforter I was curled in.
Thoughts were adrift but at the same time unstable. I laid there for another hour before deciding to do something with the hours I was given.
Hence, I headed into the kitchen and made lunch. Considering how I was sick, soup would be the best remedy, no?
Colorful.
Once I was done with cooking, I didn't feel like eating it anymore. Had to force feed myself. Took me an hour to finish that bowl of soup and there was still more in the pot. I can't just throw the entire thing away, can I?! Looks like I'll be eating this the entire day.
The weekend was alright. Had some fun Friday night when some of us went down to KL. Will blog with more details later.
Other than that, I'll be diving head first into Aristotle and some Microeconomics. Ow, my head hurts already :(
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It feels as though someone has cut me open with a jagged piece of glass.
I have stained everything I come into contact with my sadness. Everything around me is dirty and I cannot make it clean.
I have only always loved things that cannot love me back.
How does one pick out fragments of their memory, fold it neatly and throw it out into the abyss, never to be visited? How does one forget the sound that they hear even in their dreams?
What do I do? Tell me, please. What can I possibly do?
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It feels as though someone has cut me open with a jagged piece of glass.
I have stained everything I come into contact with my sadness. Everything around me is dirty and I cannot make it clean.
I have only always loved things that cannot love me back.
How does one pick out fragments of their memory, fold it neatly and throw it out into the abyss, never to be visited? How does one forget the sound that they hear even in their dreams?
What do I do? Tell me, please. What can I possibly do?