March madness

I feel restless, my throat is sore for a week now and I have yet to consult a Physician. I am lacking sleep, my body's undergoing some changes (bad changes that awakens the hypochondriac in me). This is hence, an excuse to write a melodramatic entry tonight. Not to mention the fact that my birthday's coming up. 😁 Just coz I believe that writing is therapeutic, here goes..

Those unnecessary tiny battles in our waking hours, the constant visits of awful thoughts, the need for silence, the absence of playing it cool. The need for adventure and nature tripping, the search for more literary amusements. The mere thought of finally waking up, and learning to take the deepest breath. The longing to write more, the confidence to cut the excess, the reason to fight for something. 

This might be too much. I just miss not feeling weak all the time and not tired, that's all.

I have got to stop eating the wrong kind of food, a jogging routine perhaps, and sleep my way to a better and less-buringot me.

Can't complain much these days. Yes, that's not a complaint against life by the way. These are just mere musings in the hope to lead a healthier life. Because clearly, I am suffering the consequences.

And oh, I am learning German pretty fast! Not that it concerns the world. Ich bin sehr gut! That's something, eh?

Sleep is now my lover, my oblivion. - The english patient

-xoxo, E 😁