wake up call is here i think.
so many things weighing on my mind. as a matter of fact, too much.
seeking refuge in no man's place seems to be a very gd idea. or at least some place where there's only me, myself and i. but it didn't materialise in the end. even the place where i find the most comfort in (the bookstore) doesn't seem to work.
i miss loitering in the bookstore for hours looking for books that interest me. strangely the smell of books and the atmosphere in there could calm my nerves sometimes. my mind is constantly thinking and i didn't know it's shown on my face until someone told me a few days back that i seem to be thinking about something.
i miss spacing out thinking abt absolutely nth. i've got all the work crap and other stuff in my mind spinning around since who knows when. sleeping ain't peaceful anymore. my heart is beating for survival not living. i'm breathing to struggle not for air. i'm waking up to horrors not towards a new day.
all these gotta stop. i'm screwing my life if this goes on. i've made the wrong choices, now it's time to make things right one by one. i hope i could.