Monday, 11 September 2017


Ever since India, which can also be rephrased as "ever since I started suffering for depression",  all I ever wanted to do when I have free time is to sleep, to escape the real world and be elsewhere.

The passion is all gone. I've forgotten what it's like to be passionate about something. My calligraphy brushes and brush pens are on the table, untouched.

Nothing excites me anymore. There's nothing I look forward to.

Fine, for now, I look forward to ending my school life. To finally get my title. But I don't look forward to it in the sense that I'm excited about it. It's just that, it's something, yknow. I don't even know how to explain this.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat. 

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