The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

HAPPY LIKE A BIRDIE.

i guess it is this point in time when both my physical and mental aspects are at the brink of exhaustion that caused my mind to run wild, yet again. i feel weak all of a sudden, like there are a lot of things that i cannot accomplish. and for a while, i fear facing failures.

how do you brace yourself together to head on the storms? i guess for me, it is about experiencing the shattering cold and refusing to succumb to the numbness no matter how tough it is getting. and when you get through the storm, you emerge stronger, whether or not a success or failure.

i can feel my state of stagnation coming, or worse, declination. i'm refusing to let that happen, in fact, i'm desperately trying to rejuvenate. i keep going gym, to the point, i think i'm obssessed. not with my body, but with the state of momentary high from the endorphins released. yes, working out to achieve that momentary high is like taking a drug, to me.

i need to do something else; i need additional avenues for me to release my negative emotions. i hate feeling down, i'm done with and way past that 'emo' era.

dreams, mine seems so far away. i'm drifting so far from them because i'm getting increasingly realistic and practical. this is not who i want to be, but i am becoming this person for the better (or worse).

i need to do something, not to keep things off my mind, but to genuinely be happy.

like my friend told me, "...and so you can be happy like a birdie."

i wish.