I'm in blues and you've got nothing to lose.

I hate sundays.

It's the day when the whole week is about to end. It's the day when i start to think what am i missing. It's the day when i start to recap what have i achieved for the whole week. What have i done? What have i went through? What has actually happened?

Somedays, i feel like staying in my bed, all day long, covered in my duvet and i'll let my mind wonders around like i've got nothing to lose. Because doing nothing is actually something. Technically, it's wrong. Mentally, it's true.

I know something is missing. My two siblings are going to pursue for their studies soon. A close friend is gonna leave for the same reason too. It feels like everyone is leaving and it hurts me so much. So much that it messes up my mind whenever i think of it.


I am happy for them but i couldn't help myself from feeling empty. It's gonna be another sad soppy episode for me.


And i'm in blues again.