holiday

one month into my holiday,

felt like i've had too much of it already.

i think, somewhere in my mind,

i kinda knew this would happen.

some took up a job,

some preparing for the next semester,

some busy studying for examination,

some going on trips to everywhere.

somehow i still convince myself that it's not gonna be so bad.

i guess i'm wrong, again.

.

i can't blame everything on my parents,

since i myself didn't have much drive to stick to my point of view.

and i hate myself for that.

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i sleep for 9hours everyday,

yet somehow i'm still tired.

i drew,

but everything i drew turns out wrong.

i watched tv,

it made me feel like an idiot.

i played with my dogs,

but they got too dirty and naughty to roll around with.

i plan to read some books,

yet never really have the mood to do so.

i'd go out,

but i don't feel like going out alone.

i baked,

then seeing the whole tray of dessert reminds me that there's no one that will be sharing them with me.

so i online,

yet there's still no one there that i can talk to.