I haven’t been ok. I hate nagging. I hate complaining. But dammit, I shall turn into a dry toast if I don’t.
I’d had a great vacation in Jordan, but as soon as I set foot in the island everything went berserk.
My flu went worse. I have been diagnosed with asthma. My boss’s secretary left and I had to, painfully, replace her for the time being. My mama is out of the country for three weeks. I have been eating like a pig, and yes, I gained weight. No cigarettes for the past three weeks. M turned out to be with someone. I don’t know how to fix the new rubber bits of my car’s wipers. And I have the weirdest dreams every night. I’m on call all weekend.
Above that all, I’ve been accused of being edgy, distant and fat. Seriously, what do you expect?
For the first time ever in my life I do not feel like socializing. All I want is to switch my phone off and sleep. For hours and hours and hours. Do I want to talk to anyone? No. Do I want to drink, shop or dance? No. Nothing
I’m not depressed. It’s just a phase, I know that, hence my ability to look at this and still smile.
Everyone who finds me unbearable these days, please take a few footsteps back. Your happiness fairy shall return soon, just let her be for the time being.