Low Point

Sick again.

It’s been over a week again. I wonder why my cold usually last for very long. Maybe I knew. Maybe I don’t. On these sort of days, I always have this kind of argument with my own head. The other voice gets stronger.

I guess when you’re physically incapable, the mental wars will be in hyper mode.

Wedge

“People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.” 

— Veronica Roth

Funny how that works. Recently my dad said I'm too quiet. Not in the sense that I'm shy quiet or doesn't talk. I'm pretty sure he meant that I'm not participating in any talk at all. Quite frankly, it's because I have absolutely no interest in anyone at the moment, no inquiries of the sort and, I don't want anyone to ask about me.

We Need Real Goodbye

I wish Elle didn't leave.
I'm glad he left.

In the slump?

Have you ever felt not doing anything?

It’s not exactly laziness. I mean, I’ve been lazy before. But that’s a feeling of not WANTing to do things.