So tired. Of. Everything?
March to the beat of heartache and disintegration. Well, in any case, March was bearable. To a certain extent. I had so much to pour out earlier; somehow the waves of anxiety and inadequateness found their way back into my heart again. I realize I don’t reveal much of myself to anyone. I don’t think anyone cares enough to open their heart to receive this inner turmoil of mine. Moreover, I guess some things are just better left unsaid. This apathy I have towards most of the things that come by me these days scares and thrills me at the same time. It’s like my life has taken on a laissez-faire roll to it, almost zombie-like even. I just hope I don’t seem this way tomorrow, even as I am apathetic to the things happening around me, there is still a degree of calculated care that I take in them. That sliver of professionalism I will like to retain if I so may.
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