So many things going in my head and yet I can't write much..its just stuck in my head..like a draft..
I am overwhelmed. Exhausted. Confused.
Overwhelmed with all the emotional outburst.
Exhausted with all the running around.
Confused with all that is happenning and all that I am feeling.
I keep telling myself 'Nah, its not a big deal, I can handle it,' yet I know that I seriously can't handle it all by myself. I just lie on my bed, ignoring everything.
I take solace of the crappy internet connection at home.
I talk to random people. I meet one or two for a cup of coffee and end up feeling stupid.
Some ask me questions about things, which I try to avoid, because I no more want to answer them. I think there is no need to.
I get invited to weddings and I disregard the invitations because I don't want to go.
I haven't read anything for the last two months. I feel like I am wasting time in senseless stuffs.
I have so much work to do, and yet the so much continues to remain so much.
A very good friend said, 'Don't worry. You are perhaps waiting for a new leap that your life is going to take.'
May be. May be.
