Why is a burst of tears spilling over? Ah really it's raining hard tonight. But seriously today has got to be a teary day. With all the sad dramas i watched, that dragging disinterest in reading, my fingers' indolence despite the strong urge to draw, the languor brought on by the gloomy day, and seeing people on my news feed that makes me miss them more...
Currently I am...
nothing for weeks...for months now. I placed a pile of books in front of me last night and i just fell asleep without touching any of them. whatda~
Writing
TSC volume 25.
Listening
to the sound of the rain. Really noisy but it makes the night just alive.
Thinking
about going home next weekend. I want to. I already have a list of things to do when i get home. I have to clean and eat and play with my nephew, and so on...
Smelling
tea.
Wishing
it rains tomorrow. Because i wanna wear a hoodie to work.
Hoping
it rains for the whole week. Sorry. I just love the rain.
Wearing
shirt, shorts, slippers, eyeglasses.
Loving
the weather and the fact that it's Monday again tomorrow.
Wanting
to take a walk...but it's raining.
Needing
to stop being lazy and just do what needs to be done. I tend to make a lot of excuses these days on why i don't and i can't do things. This habit is what i'm shamefully good at nowadays.
Feeling
maybe lazy, heavy-headed, speechless, hungry, so-so, cold, fine, worried. In short, i'm feeling everything.
Clicking
Facebook and online-shopping sites.
"The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still." ©
