Electric heart

You don't look or find.
You wait to believe.

To surrender.

Selling my thoughts for a penny.

I wonder what I'm doing with my life.

Cliche, yes. But it's what I think about everyday.

If you asked me to assign a number to the level of enthusiasm I have in looking for a job, I'd say about -6. It's not like no one at home is pushing me to get a job. Not like I don't have the urge to earn my own keep. It's just that... I'm lazy. Largely unmotivated. But you know what I think the main reason is?

I'm afraid. Afraid of that world out there. It keeps you slogging from morning till night and from seeing the people you love. Afraid of not being good enough. I like where I am. At home. The best comfort-zone.

Spoilt brat.

I hope my kids don't turn out like me. Cannot drive car for one day complain like f***.

I'm still in that quarter-life crisis phase, if you haven't already noticed.

But.

I'm generally happy, really. Just that I always have that deep, dark hole to climb into whenever I feel that it's time to feel sorry for myself.

Happy overall, sure. But I still miss a lot of things.

Humidity

People who have Tumblrs are lame if all they post are stock images of pretty or emo things and make it seem like they are the ones who created them and like 'omg, look I'm like so deep."

The weather and PMS, not making me a nice person.

:D

Quite sure they are the cutest babies ever:

But I am also totally biased.

So what? Someone told me long ago that love was the best kind of bias. And I agree.

:D

An explanation please?

Terribly long week. Yet, it's already Thursday.

Wow.

Taking care of babies is fun, sure. But I wish I got out more.

But when I do, I have serious fun. Thank you.

Also, my mind wanders so much at home that I've decided to write a story. Yes. A story. It's not done but I'm on it. A short one.

Backf**kingache. Good night.