in a rut

i just finished a cup of strawberry yogurt. i want one more. rawr.

it has been raining almost everyday lately. especially last friday when the cold wind blew along with drops of rain. i don't mind having bad weather as long as my feet remain mudfree & dry. van & i proved how convenient it is to wear trainers on a rainy day. we were walking outside Robinson's Place when we were animatedly engaged in a conversation. too enthusiastically into the conversation that we failed to notice the deep puddle in front of us. SPLASSSSSH!!!! our feet went. when we looked down... we just laughed about it. our trainers saved us from mishap. HAHA! our jeans got wet, though.

i don't know if people noticed but i can't seem to write these days. or i think it has been a month. kind of scares me because i remember the same happening to my mentors: Sylvia Plath & Elizabeth Wurtzel prior to plunging into depression. only, i'm no poet or a brilliant writer like the two.

i get easily pissed off lately. like i can bite anyone's head off the moment he/she says something wrong or hurtful. i don't know if i'm still in my right mind. i'm just grumpy these days that's all. i feel it slowly eating away my optimism.

i also hate the way the world can be so judgemental like they know every single piece of your being & of your mind. i hate how people like to stereotype people & base what kind of person a person is by irrelevant things. i just hate the world these days.

and sometimes i wish people would just leave me alone so i can have enough space to wallow in self-pity & let me wear this emotion that is eating my happiness away.

must. get out. must. feel. better.