Sitting on the bed in darkness except for the garish light of the laptop before me. feel like i am undergoing an interrogation that i set up for myself.
confused. down. fustrated. and not knowing exactly why.
there are ample reasons for me to feel this way like the essay due on sunday nagging incessantly at the back of my mind. i just cannot bring myself to face it. perhaps out of sheer laziness or simply the effects of the adversion that i have developed towards work these days.
but these cannot explain the gnawing restlessness. or the muted yells within.
the screen rudely glares at me the random flashes of the pointless light on my handphone pricks my sight. the callous slapping sounds of flip flops running flights of stairs. seems like every little possible discomfort that would have been oblivious is magnified. beyond sense.
unbearable.
i wilfully close my eyes as a silent protest wishing i was someone else. somewhere else.
