I was looking through my old photos – I miss the old me.
The time when I always had the mood to try to look pretty. I will go through my baju and try everything that I like and wear different type of make up.
As shallow as it may seem, feeling pretty makes me happy [although I might be the only one who think so haha]
These days, I don’t have the mood to even look nice. Would wear whet ever is on top of my drawer and didn’t even care to put even lip balm.
Sometimes I cringe looking at myself but most of the time I don’t care.
Too tired to care.
Which is weird because some days, I spent it doing nothing.
I did try sometimes but I still feel blergh. Like here I am all dolled up but I don’t feel pretty, I don’t feel happy.
Truth is, I cannot remember how does it feel to feel truly content and happy.
This thing has been eating me up for too long.
And I wonder when will it ends.
