It's one of those days...

By right, I should be writing about being glad to go back to work @ Paragon today, where I can just switch off the part of my brain that deals with mugger-type information and just work... or about a happy Kbox session with Qy, Vi, Kai and the funny feeling I got when I sang New York New York (terribly), or how I'm feeling pleased to be wearing my shirt that spells ZARA right across the front and my favourite earrings (yes, it makes me happy because I've been wearing crap through exams)...

But I can't do it. I don't feel like writing about happy things, because... I just don't feel like it.

Well, Kbox did make me feel way better, thanks to good company who sing good songs. I just wasn't at my cheeriest, and it doesn't help that I happen to like sad songs. And I mean, sad songs.

This is when I wish I bothered to keep a private blog, a diary, whatever. All I can say for now is - I can't believe I still fall prey to such superficiality, and I might as well be invisible. It's been such a long drawn affair, and I should know better (by now.) WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD.

Sigh, it's just one of those days when everything feels bleak, one of those days that never last... what I need now is to go for a short run, take a nice long shower, and then settle down to write a long letter to Qy. And there's shopping with Linda at Vivocity tomorrow. I'll be better soon.

It's going to be my last few days living alone in hostel. I want to hide beneath my blanket in a corner of the room, and think about everything there ever is to think about.