been feeling so mentally exhausted and moody at work the past few days. even people have been asking why i'm looking so shagged and showing a black face in the morning at work. i've been put in quite a bit of effort in my work but apparently it's just not enough since there are no results to show for it.

sometimes i feel so small. and useless. to top it off, all i know how to do is feel depressed and not to do anything to improve myself about the things i hate myself for. i'm just content to retreat in my own cosy shell every single time and remain sinfully ignorant. somehow i've always believed wallowing in your own misery is a loathsome trait to have in a person. but what marks the line between self-indulgence and giving yourself space when you deserve it?

this is really no post to be making early on a pretty, sunny saturday morning. and so i'm going to swim cuz i need the endorphin jab.