Life seems so weary lately. There isnt much to keep me going. Its like, "i have to do this, thats why i have to do it". And not becos i want to do it.
What, exactly is holding my steps? Beats me. I would also like to live a life of a normal person, and not someone who gets agitated easily, and being a total wreck. Im aware of all these...but its beyond my control and thats definitely not an excuse. Its the truth.
I think perhaps, i have already maxed out my energy long ago. Things/people around me slowly took away what used to belong to me, what used to be part of me and what used to be me. And now, there's nothing left of me. Just an empty shell.
The pursuit of happiness-something to pursue cos u know u might never get it. Even retail therapy is leading me on.