It’s a rainy Monday afternoon. The rain smells sweet.
I miss reading newspapers for hours on end without hearing the nag of “real” work every single bleeding second.
I miss watching TV with my mum for hours on end without feeling tired, drained and guilty.
I miss myself standing on the balcony just to savour the sweetness of the rain.
I miss the times where I could relinquish my outside duties completely once I return to my sanctuary at home.
I miss doing work for KMS, where I almost always derive a great sense of satisfaction and joy.
I am starting to resent my studies, my grades’ reluctance to improve, and the stagnancy of my project.
2 days left, and I hope I will confront the next moment feeling a bit better than the last.
It’s ok if you dont know what Im talking about; cos i dont really know too.