There are days when you feel like you can't crawl out of bed because you can't bear to face your responsibilities. Today is one of them, where I just want to crawl under my blanket and hope the day would just pass me by without any claim on me.
It's just a sense of quiet frustration and tiredness, mixed with jaded nostalgia for a simpler time where nothing you do really matters. It can cut both ways; insignificance but with freedom.
There's something going on with me and I don't know what. For the second night in a row, I skipped dinner simply because I didn't feel hungry. For the past 2 weeks, my sleeping cycle has changed. I've been feeling very tired lately, and that does not stop me from automatically waking up at 8+ everyday. My parent would be happy with this changes, but I think there's something wrong somewhere.
I don't like how the construction blocks out all the light; from the road, the MRT, the blocks beyond the tracks.
I can't stand how my this specific strength/weakness incapacitates me so badly. I spent so much time and only edited so little, simply because I can't bear to look at the terrible footage I have. Blurry shot, shaky videos, terrible framing... I really wanna give a refund.
Why do I feel betrayed over something so insignificant?
Why am I such an INFP?
It's just a sense of quiet frustration and tiredness, mixed with jaded nostalgia for a simpler time where nothing you do really matters. It can cut both ways; insignificance but with freedom.
There's something going on with me and I don't know what. For the second night in a row, I skipped dinner simply because I didn't feel hungry. For the past 2 weeks, my sleeping cycle has changed. I've been feeling very tired lately, and that does not stop me from automatically waking up at 8+ everyday. My parent would be happy with this changes, but I think there's something wrong somewhere.
I don't like how the construction blocks out all the light; from the road, the MRT, the blocks beyond the tracks.
I can't stand how my this specific strength/weakness incapacitates me so badly. I spent so much time and only edited so little, simply because I can't bear to look at the terrible footage I have. Blurry shot, shaky videos, terrible framing... I really wanna give a refund.
Why do I feel betrayed over something so insignificant?
Why am I such an INFP?
