Lunch time again and I really shouldn't have ordered rice.
Despite I've wasted bulk of the rice, I still feel so full like stomach's gonna explode anytime.

Work is so boring. Life is so monotonous.
I know people are having fun this season, feeling love but I just don't feel like participating.
I feel so dead and at times I do not feel like even trying to participate in the daily conversations.
But I know I have to,anyhow.

I hate feeling and behaving like a depressionalist but sometimes it seems to be the next best thing to do, acting normal & 'monotone' so that I won't cry.

This time round, I feel really dead somehow.
I am not taking any more chance to listen to anything. Whatever for? I hate experiencing this kinda feeling over and over again.

"Lucky that I'm in love with my best friend. Lucky to have been where I've been."

Looks like the luck proves me wrong anyhow or it just runs out.