Feels Like Rain

I’ve been feeling particularly different today, or rather, this weekend. My ebullience detached itself and wandered off into the wilderness…. or wherever happiness goes. I get weary easily no matter how much sleep I get. My face is overpopulated with.. blemishes. feck! My hair is rebellious and it’s dropping every nanosecond. the more I think about work the more indolent I get and I know I’ll regret later for putting things on the back burner and killing time doing nothing. The weather gets slightly rougher by the day and you get all cranky because of the bloody heat. So you too decided to drag the sorry ass off into the land of unsorry asses and release happy endorphines while working out. And you bring home tiredness, blankblankblank brains… and your sorry ass of course. Your day continues being miserable by asking yourself stupid questions like why is it this and why is it that and why isn't uni starting yet. And results results..not knowing is eating me aliveee. Tick tock tick tock the next thing you know it’s already hours from where you've just started and you dislike this miserable routines because that’s a slap in the face for WAKE UP TOMORROW’S JUST THE SAME. You did not choose to be like this because you would definitely love to hear yourself laugh again but there isn’t much to laugh at unless you think that the prospect of not being accepted into uni at all is funny…

I blame it on the hormonal imbalances or seasonal affective disorder (did you notice that the abbreviation for this disorder is SAD?). Sigh. Whatever it is, it’ll all get better in time.

Off to eat my sorrows away because lately I’ve been craving for rochers like a pregnant woman. Bulls, when people tell you chocholates makes you happy.

Light up, light up, as if you have a choice.

That’s so true, Gary Lightbody.