Don’t pway pway. O$P$
Debt collectors utilize Facebook to embarrass those who owe.
Don’t pway pway. O$P$
Debt collectors utilize Facebook to embarrass those who owe.
I remember drinking coffee with you in a cafe as we watched the snow drifts down.
I remember having the best tasting blueberry muffins with you on a cold winter morning.
I remember holding your hands enjoying the view of the snowy mountain as our legs were buried deep in the soft snow.
I remember making a little cute snowman with you, as it was what you always wanted.
I remember.
Everytime I need to renew my faith in humanity, everytime I need to convince myself that dreams do come true, everytime I need to tell myself my life doesn’t suck, isn’t that bad, I rewatch the following 2 clips on Youtube, and everything is alright again.
The familiar feelings came rushing back.
Every single piece of conversation, every expression on her face, every action brought back a flood of feelings. Each familiar feeling triggered some memories in him, and each memory in turn brought along its associated spoken words, actions, familiar smell and touch. Each of these further triggered its own feeling, until they all combined into a myriad of colourful constant bombardment of his senses.
His face betrayed no emotions, yet inside waves and waves of feelings, each with the force of a tornado, crashes against his heart. He spoke calmly, yet the cacophony created by the memories was so overwhelming he struggled to hear his own spoken words. He moved steadily, yet his body felt like being weighed down by tonnes and tonnes of concrete.
He couldn’t sleep that night, it was expected. His mind and heart were totally exhausted yet sleep was not forthcoming, not providing the temporary relief he wanted. And as he tossed and turned in bed, he realised that no tears flowed, having drained dry a long time back.
It was a very emotionally exhausting day for him.
Lifted this off Twitter:
Depression looks back into the past with regrets, anxiety look into the future with worries.
And while I fell sick for the past 2 days, I still have to work.
Decisions are kind of hard to make when my mind is clouded with drugs.
I was thinking today that it has been sometime since I last went for a holiday. And then I thought about the whole holiday process.
I need a holiday because I am tired at work. So I stressed over when I can apply for leave. After applying for leave, I rushed like crazy to finish my work before my leave. Then I go for holiday, and I am happy.
Till I come back from holiday to find the amount of work waiting for me. I then wonder when is my next holiday.
I mean why do I even need a holiday? Is it because I don’t like what I am doing and thus I need a break? If I enjoy what I am doing, would I ever need a holiday? I doubt so.
Why then am I stuck doing something that I do not enjoy doing and wondering when is my next holiday?
The differences between being happy and sad aren’t a lot.