Hello February. *rub eyes profusely*
It would be so cliché of me to exclaim, "Where have all the time gone?"
But I kid you not, where is it?
Hence, here's a quick update.
I want to blog still. (that's update no.1)
As you can see, that's quite a melancholic title I have for this entry but every fibre of my being screams evacuate!
At 33, I finally feel that I'm stuck in a rut! And I hate it. I feel that there's no way out, I'm constantly asking myself, can I get through the day?
When I self-diagnosed, I discover that, perhaps I'm unhappy.
I simply am not happy.
At work and home. I am struggling.
I don't know if 'running away' is the only best solution as it the only thing that lingered my mind lately.
I want to escape my life but not to start anew but just to take a break.
If ever I'm allowed to just ask myself this, is my life worth living?
Where can I find happiness and actually wanting to live it?
This too shall pass, they said but I feel that mine keeps on coming, overwhelming at times.
As we speak, the emotional stacks kept on piling.
I'm utterly scared that I might lose my composure and just burst.
I think I need help.
Perhaps I should just run.