Lately, I feel like a little yacht sailing on rough seas. I feel as if I am being heaved and thrown about, living in uncertainty, not knowing when the next wave might hit me. I feel un-anchored (if there is such a word). My purposeless life is headed to nowhere. I do not feel rooted to the ground, neither to I have a sensible plan mapped out ahead. And it is not my fault. Really. Amidst the chaos surrounding my life, I feel like a total joke. I need a sense of direction. I desperately need it while I am hanging on to the thinnest thread of my remaining sanity. No, I do not feel depressed but the daily implications of my current state is slowly culminating, forming bile-like sensations deep within me.

Oops, sorry for the outpour. But it's my blog wat! Why the hell am i apologizing?

Saw some kind of tag-game going on in blogs I happen to read. Hope to God that nobody tags me. Because my list won't even reach 3. I am THAT boring.