Maybe I have not stood on my ground or I had stepped on the wrong foot.
Today isn’t a good day. My face could tell all, people claimed. Maybe in the future I should wear a mask if I happen to have that gut feeling something bad will lead to another.
Home, office, camp, time hasn’t been kind. At least not to me. I feel myself stuck in situations most of the time trying to make a win win situation for everyone at the cost of my own lost. Recently, I have been feeling a tinge of depression starting to overpower my transparent soul.
If I wanted to, I would have followed my emotions and do it but I cared too much. My mistake. I shouldn’t have cared. I shouldn’t even consider in the first place. Survival needs a certain level of wisdom and my emotions jeopardised that struggle. It was indeed a wrong place to stand. Luck isn’t helping either.
Tried is not good enough. Don’t get me wrong. I am not giving up, just merely disturbed. Disoriented with a whole jumble of flaws and trust. I needed to talk to at least someone but I didn’t get a chance to, I didn’t have anyone either. My plan in inviting conversation always fail. I either digress or not tell all or get into a debate on something else. Focus problem? Maybe. But I don’t think it’s major. I still think it’s situation. Circumstances to be exact.
My mind is going to implode sooner or later. As I kept quieter by the minute, I could just fall dead silent.
I should learn how to express again. I’ve lost touch in that. I still miss that space that I need. Noone would care to understand but at least I know I could progress.
Time to self heal…