The mystery of my missing spectacles remains unsolved.
All my life, I've never been a fan of Sundays.As a school-going kid, Sundays meant kissing goodbye to the weekend and resuming dreadful school the next day. Then in 2012 and 2013 (and for the early half of 2014), that changed 180°. Now?Now, I'm purely indifferent. I think that as an adult, there isn't too much to distinguish one day from the next. As a student, I had curfew for screen time and going out anywhere on a school night was a no go.
I woke up this morning feeling stifled in this old skin. It's funny how things change. At some point in time, I might've been grateful for everything familiar. Now, at a different turn, I feel utterly strangled by the unending, never changing nature of everything. It's inane. Maddening. Death by asphyxiation.
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