this morning i finally woke up to work after resting for 3 days. it was more than enough to nurse my throat and to nurse whatever that was need to. but at the end of everything, why do i still feel that sense of emptiness? the feeling that you have nothing to begin and left with.
yesterday i lay at the white sofa which sit nicely infront of the tv set from 10am to 11pm. my mum went out shopping, came back and commented that i was crazy. and i thought so too.
i feel like i lost my soul.
this year is passing way too much, it’s november 2008.
is this 1 year a dream or is this 1 year all for real?
could i be the me that was never me?
some things dont come by easy.
