I tried to sleep but couldn’t. My body clock is out of whack.
Rumination run wild.
Self-destruction become something I engage in…
I stop caring about the things that kept me sane.
I stop exercising. I’m too tired to even bring myself to exercise.
I stop writing properly. You don’t see any more poems from me. No more non-fictional articles. Even my fiction writings became inconsistent. Daily Logs became the only thing that I write and even those are inconsistent.
I stop playing games. Even when I do, I don’t derive the same kind of joy as I do before. I saw it as a chore to even play games.
What drove me into the tech world no longer drives me now. I hate it. It gives me the chills.
I try to watch shows and movies yet I still feel like they are also a chore to me.
Everyday after work, I just want to lie down in bed and don’t do anything.
Even eating is a chore…despite feeling hangry.
I am sick. Mentally and physically. That cough I have, refuses to go away for three weeks now. That tension across my body.
I don’t recall I was ever happy with my job since the day I join.
What just happened to my Daily Log?
slam close the laptop lid