Today was ok. Down with slight fever, minor bronchitis (damn rain, and damn me for thinking i am invincible) plus cough.. speed of work halfed for the entire day.
Feeling quite ok till late evening when it come again. Feeling so bad, i just wanna dissapear.
This sad feeling and pressure of perception is killing me from my inside. Feeling like i never want to wake up and see the morning of tomorrow ever again.
I thought by going back into writing just like before would help. Again, harsh life has proven otherwise. I am desparately in need of an antidote for this sense of alienation in being part of this secular world. I could feel the presence of terrifying evil around me, i see them in others' eyes.
Is this adulting? Have i been protected too much and too long?
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