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Saturday, April 18, 2009

The past few weeks

I have been dreading going to work. Feel strangely unsure about my capabilities and ability to deliver. The simplest of things seem to be going above my head. Hence, I wake up, looking forward to coming back home.

I have made a mess of things with people. Tried to make amends, but whether it is recoverable, only time will tell I guess.

Have never felt this misanthropic.

Have never been so consumed by thoughts and nostalgic pondering.

Have never needed to have a couch, a cat and Coldplay this badly.

There have been moments of hope though. A simple first question, a birthday celebration and an outing with a whole bunch of people, random conversations here and there, and people to take your trip.

These moments will soon overshadow the dark clouds I pray. I guess, but, I have enough faith to know that things get better. They also do.

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