and as days grow older, i felt numb.

often the times, i stoned, dazed and stared into blanks.

i have friends who’re there to occupy my weekends, a family a home and my own room to return to, yet there’s this empty space somewhere in me that’s missing.

i need a crazy weekend to revert to the hak i used to know. im living 2 decades old soon. and dearest sister have to get engaged on the national day, meaning i’ve to be at home on my day to help out in the preparations.

you know what would be a pleasant gift?
to retrieve that last piece of puzzle that’s missing.

sundays make me emo.