Everything’s stale right now. Food’s unsavoury, water’s insipid as always, sodas seem to run out too quickly, energy drains like quicksand in an hourglass, work is a bore, sleep is tiring, movies are too cliched; days, long and mind-numbing, are shrouded in gloom and convos are less riveting.
Instagram beauties look too caked (and unnaturally light-skinned), and Facebook statuses, overheard. Tweets are mundane and Whatsapp’s a ghost town.
Yet the whole world looks on nonchalantly…or is it me?
Perhaps I’m just hollow…or bitter. Very.
Me… dejected.
Getaway Island 
I felt like this days ago… I called it ‘restless’ and ‘depression’ felt cheated. It’s almost like everything is…and then it’s dead…and then it is. Just us, going through the motions. So I recoiled. Had some me time – yoga and prayer (which by the way freaked my roommate out) then I felt once again at peace.