Literature is sad.
either that or we need to be exposed to happier poems that translate positive emotions.
Grief.
They say it's okay to cry, to mourn.
I guess it is, until a few hours ago i realized how lethargic i felt.
The past 3 days been terrible.
exhausting without the physical strain of it.
but then again, it probably is a thousand times worse for others.
I've granted myself the permission to cry at any time of the day,
to nom on chocolates and all decadent comfort food, to grieve.
But all these has to end, life still has to go on doesnt it.
The world is still revolving, homework still has to be done, dance steps to be practiced.
It wouldnt be right to neglect any of these while cooped up in my own world.
Neither do i think she will approve of the dreadful dark eye circles that have appeared.
haha, yeah she'll dismiss them.
I've so much to tidy up once im done here.
Piles of books to put away, clothes to dump in the laundry basket... All of those which i refused to do the last 2 days.
Oh and try to fix the consequences of not completing any of the work im assigned.
Time to straighten things and get the appropriate duration of sleep that im deprived of.
Will take a lot more energy to pass through this week, but i'll manage (:
Gonna go do my stuff now and make some chocolate cake for my brother.
All things turn better with decent dessert <3 p="">
we'll get through!
*huge hug to all*
