Seeking Solace

It wasn't so much of an issue of making things transparent. It is more of the loss of trust and confidentiality. Perhaps, I should resume to using ziplock bags. Plastic bags are just too insecure.

Everything seems like it is heading nowhere now. I don;t want to invite comments or advices or even hear opinions. I just want to go deep underwater where I can only hear my breathing and nothing else.

It is ironic. The more I hang out after work, the less freedom I feel I possessed. Meet-ups seem less fun when I need to put them down on my calendar. Suddenly, meeting someone seems like an obligation because it was decided long ago. This routined act makes me feel like I have no time for myself.

Then again, when I have time for myself, I either waste it away or felt like I could do much much more. I am so tired of this work shit. Week passes by after another and it seems like a viscious cucle. Should the cycle ever end, everyone will wake up to find that their hair has greyed, they are no longer physically abled and their lives is a sad null.

I can't end a vicious cycle, but how do I slow it down?

Jacqueline
12:14 AM