I've been looking into the mirror quite often lately. I meant that metaphorically. Not that there's so much physical beauty pun to feed off my ego on, biasa aje. Most of the time, I wonder who is this person looking back at me? At the moment I don't really like her very much.
She used to be happier. Enjoys life. Socializes with friends after hours. Pursues her interests. Have fun!
Now she's sober bordering moody at times. Doesn't have much life outside. Rarely goes out with friends anymore. No current interests to pursue. No fun.
Is this the price of age, of maturity? Perhaps. Or the burden of getting on with life, the story of daily survival? There are hunger pangs, still unsatisfied.
Don't understand? Don't bother. This post is too encrypted even for my own brain. Adeehhhh... fenin.