Am tired.

From all the madness that has been going on. From all the thoughts that's been playing in my head. But the bottomline is... life still has to go on.

I'm learning to take it easy. I don't wanna think so much about it. About anything. Work is pilling up and life is not that kind to me now.

Sometimes, I can be in daze for what looks like a zillion years. Sometimes, out of a sudden, I just feel like crying for whatever reasons, I dunno. Sometimes, I'm hyper. Sometimes, thoughts of death or dying will cross my mind. Sometimes, I won't talk. Sometimes, I'll just laugh. Sometimes, I just wanna eat and eat. Sometimes, I just wanna sleep. Sometimes, I dun feel like doing anything. Just sit there and stare into space. Sometimes, I feel so lethargic I can't even drag my feet. Sometimes I feel like running away to a foreign country and never come back, but tts not possible cos I'm not exactly loaded. Yet.

Sometimes, I get angry for no reason. Sometimes, my mind is in a mess, I can't think straight. Sometimes, I'm insomniac. I didn't sleep from 9 pm (the time I crept into bed) till 5.45 am (the time I wake up to go to work). And yet still feel active. Sometimes, I think I should surrender myself to Woodbridge or some mental hospital far far away.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm silently suffering from bipolar or rather manic depression. But sometimes, I feel it's just a mild one. Sometimes, it's just one of those days. Just one of those days...




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