Gloomy, gloomy day
Today, it seems that the dementors have sucked all the happiness in me. For some reason, I am just so sad. I just woke up to a day, feeling that all will be gloomy.
Maybe, this is a premonition for things to come. Maybe, this is in preparation for a life of living alone–a preparation for losing, giving up and letting go. This is in preparation for losing the people I love and value and trust. I can sense that it will be soon. And I dread the day.
I just wanna walk towards home and sleep this day away.
6 days to D-Day
6 days to D-Day and i’m right here blogging my cares away. 6 days to D-Day and my major problem is not really the event that involves the ambassador but what to wear when i stand behind her and hand over stuff for her to sign. 6 days to D-Day and i’m still in this “princess of coolness” mode which is not really normal. 6 days to D-Day and i’m still not agitated over the preps and that worries me.
6 days to D-Day and i’m already wishing it’ll be over.
