I've been feeling cooped up alot lately. Even listening to new tracks doesn't seem to excite me. I listen to it repetitively then I go back to being restless again. Its mainly in th afterrnoon I feel this way. There's something bothering me. That nibbling sensation in my brain, is highly annoying. I long to be alone, maybe go for a run or just walk aimlessly in the streets plugged in to my headphones. But in th place where I am, there's no such thing as alone. It is not safe as they say. I haven't bought anything new fr a really long time now, I've been really fighting my urge to spend. Tryna stay true to one of my resolutions of 2014. And who am I kidding? Its nearing th end of th month, and I am broke. Who isnt right?
So its that kinda day. That restless, no mood to do anything kinda day. And in hopes to pass th time, I turn to writing/blogging. Writing gives me this... sense of relief? Oh that reminds me, I've got to get a new diary. Its like having an invisible companion, where you won't have to fear being judged, where you let go of all ego and just pen down your thoughts. Especially for someone like me, th sort who simply cannot bottle up of her thoughts. I write whenever I feel low or when there's no one to talk to, I know I can always trust the ol' journal of mine. I don't write much when I am back home though, cuss I am constantly surrounded by my people, which means I hardly get alone time nor feel lonesome.
Hmmm, I looked at th clock bearly half an
hour has passed. I reckon this is th most boring post of mine. I know i know, you wished you hadn't just wasted the few mins of your life reading this huh? Well...
TOO BAD, you already did! Hahaha.
So its that kinda day. That restless, no mood to do anything kinda day. And in hopes to pass th time, I turn to writing/blogging. Writing gives me this... sense of relief? Oh that reminds me, I've got to get a new diary. Its like having an invisible companion, where you won't have to fear being judged, where you let go of all ego and just pen down your thoughts. Especially for someone like me, th sort who simply cannot bottle up of her thoughts. I write whenever I feel low or when there's no one to talk to, I know I can always trust the ol' journal of mine. I don't write much when I am back home though, cuss I am constantly surrounded by my people, which means I hardly get alone time nor feel lonesome.
Hmmm, I looked at th clock bearly half an
hour has passed. I reckon this is th most boring post of mine. I know i know, you wished you hadn't just wasted the few mins of your life reading this huh? Well...
TOO BAD, you already did! Hahaha.
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