Happiness. Big word.
It’s 2AM again. I am usually so emotional at this hour but right now, I don’t need distraction. My emotions are in check compared to the days that it was in shambles since March began. My heart doesn’t hurt. In fact, I’m kind of happy. Happy. The word has started to sound strange and indifferent. But, at this very moment, I will welcome it with open arms just how I embrace sadness. Fair enough? 🙂
My brain screams the loudest in the stillness of the night. You say, “sleep it off”. I can’t because:
- it’s too loud
- sleep scares me just as much
For the past two weeks, I thought I was doing okay. I thought I was getting better. I take a bath. I write. I’m building up my blog through social media. I eat properly. I keep learning how to do cupcakes. I’ve been doodling. I actually applied for a job that is not online. But, since March started, I feel like I took more step backwards than I did forward.
Hi, friends! Hi, March ✨
I have always wondered if a lot of people get so many thoughts while taking the shower because I do. I think it’s the only time my mind actually gets (literally) pouring ideas. The funny thing is once I get out of the bathroom, they all vanish – as if I rinsed them off me as well. Like those dreams you remember so vividly when you wake up but can’t really get hold of it for so long. All gone. It’s frustrating, right? So, I’m writing this now while I still have them.