Uncertain


I’ve been running on an emotional high these past few days. Restless nights and I have been waking up in the mornings just as I did months ago.

Morose.

Cheerless.

Dismal.

Thinking about whether my life has finally begun or coming to an end. It’s a surfeit of mixed emotions that I just can’t depict. I get agigated for absolutely no reason at all. I don’t know what the fook is wrong with me. I have absolutely no interest in meeting with any of my friends or even going out of the house. Am I losing it? Worst of all, I’m suffering from writer’s block. I can’t seem to pen down anything now. I could stare blankly at my laptop screen and coming up with nothing 2 hours later. I think I’m finally losing my marbles!