Box of Milk for Sleep

It is one of those days. I am trying to put it into words. 

The feelings of frustrations, of holding back, or pushing people away, or seclusion of just wanting to get away from everything. 

One day, I am celebrating self-love, the next day I am grieving on my incapacity to continue academic tasks, of being needy, helpless and loneliness. 

I am tired inwardly. My shoulders are heavy, my head is light and a bit dizzy. 

Gulping down on a small box of milk, hopefully that would put me to sleep. 

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