I'm going to answer my own question (the question's in the last 'floating' paragraph of the post that came before this one) with what seems to be my favourite answer to 'foncusing' things these days:
I.
Don't.
Know.
Why.
Or maybe I do. But I just don't want to face whatever it is I'm avoiding. Maybe that's why I've become the laundry-deprived, broom-grabbing woman I am. Or maybe it's cos my hormones are crazy-whacked right now. Maybe that's why I'm tearing myself up on the inside with ridiculous thoughts about insignificant things.
Argh! All this pent up frustration is killing me!
I need to quell my nerves. Tame my heartbeat. But how??? I wonder if it's because of the meds I'm on. Or maybe it's just my tired mind playing tricks on me. Taunting me. Haunting me.
Sigh.
I wish I could do my laundry. =(
I wish I could do my laundry. =(
9 comments :
yeah... i wish you could too...
facing some serious issues eh?
me too... depressed...
yam seng...
ATTN: Andrew Chua
– Seng, man. Seng all the way.
took up thai boxing to vent the steam...
not bad... can try...
painful though...
ATTN: Andrew Chua
– Wah. You make these kinds of suggestions...
WANT TO KILL ME AH???
hello... me not dead yet right... =p
and who can bear to kill you la ^_^
ATTN: Andrew Chua
– If you killed me, you'd have one less blog to stalk. -_-
if i killed u, then i'd have... like... no blog to stalk...
stalk also must stalk quality u know... u think i cincai stalk ar...
ATTN: Andrew Chua
– Haha. I'm going to take that as a compliment. Narcissism rules. =p
;-)
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