I’m confused, with others and even myself. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I mean nothing much happening but i guess it’s the hormone talking again. Aunt Flo is visiting soon, so I’m at point where my estrogen and progresterone fluctuates resulting in the moody, imbalance self. I feel happy at first then another minute, I feel so down, down and down.
Ah. I’m at the studio now, working on my thesis. I decided that I’ll do my thesis in the studio from now on, I can’t bear wasting my time sleeping and in limbo when I’m in my room anymore. I am tired of feeling lazy and incomplete.
Apart from that,I’ve been going on emotional turmoil these few weeks. I hate it when I’m indirectly putting down my guts. I will feel down again. It’s like a drug. You will feel addicted to it, but you can’t stop and you can’t live without it. Argh (hormone talking).
Even shopping doesn’t excite me anymore. This is bad. Really, really bad.
I think this is one of the few useless post that you don’t have to care to even read it. It’s practically me nagging and bitching about myself. So, yeah.
I’ll blog again later. Ciao.