Sunday

Its sunday and I am sitting on my mom's bed eating a full box of almond nuts chocolate. Its a bliss really. I am okay now and I would like to stay like this forever. I dont know what went wrong, that I cracked so easily like I did past few weeks/months.

sometimes I think I am a bit crazy too. I talked to myself. a lot. considering here and there. whether I should tell or not. and lots of thoughts. I sleep too much and I still felt tired. maybe because I wasn't really sleeping.

but its better to tell myself the problems. than telling people who don't really gives a flying fuck right? we bear a lots of problems on our own. why should we bother about others. thats what i've been telling myself.

Its Sunday and I feel like sleeping all day.