I literally jolted outta my lying position at 6pm sharp. I fell asleep for that many hours?
I had only intended to catch on a hour nap or two but my soul kept drifting in and out of my body in the last hour.
I wanted to wake up but like someone else pushing my eyelids close each time I try to open, I just couldn't wake up.
6pm sharp, for some reason, I jolted up quite suddenly upon hearing my mother's voice which is suddenly booming loud to my ear. (Despite she was just talking @ my brother's room.)
I sat up looking down at my knees, kinda distressed.
Search me.
-Shrugged-

I try to remember what was my last conversation on phone was about yesterday. I felt a little relieved and yet disappointment mixes in too. Why can't I actually feel 100% good about anything?I am so tired of this kinda 'mixed' feeling.

I am too a rather 'mixed' person. I just can't learn to be 'one' altogether. For someone who has so many to type, so many emotions to write yet is too a person that can't express this freely verbally.Also someone who actually doesn't feel so emotional outside but inside is like a twirled up world.

If I keep up posting gloomy posts for the first day of the year, I thought the rest of it would look good. That is not good but again, this year is about me trying to be clean cut. So I guess there is nothing or not that much rather that I would hide here.

I am looking outta my black panel windows again, forming grid lines. The white fluffy clouds seem to make their way to another plot and the mid blue sky looks like a piece of big cloth.
Sometimes they(the sky & clouds & many of what's hanging on it) look like a mega big curtain to me, I wonder what I would find if I push away the 'curtain'.

A familiar stranger,perhaps.
Hmmm....Interesting notion.