Recently I’ve hit a bad spat, where you find it really difficult to pull yourself up. The funny part is there wasn’t any trigger or significant event that caused it.

Life has been rather busy recently. On Saturday I ventured to the zoo with garene and Thomas. And I actually enjoyed myself, following that was dinner at an Indian restaurant which was quite yum yum too.
Sunday was tuition, badminton and soldiership class. and right now I’m supposed to be working but I’m at rock bottom and nothing seems productive. It’s funny how lost and empty I feel when looking at my circumstances I know I’m one of the most blessed people in the world. I wish this sinking feeling would go away. And it’s not pms cause it’s really not my time of the mth yet. Which makes me more dreary because I don’ know the reason why I’m feeling this way.

I am very sdfhslefhuga. I need a hug, some flowers and ice cream. Which I will go get for myself before going home later. Pronto.