For quite sometime, I have felt amiss my good self. I am getting irritated, losing appetite, not concentrating at work, fighting with whoever comes online.
I switch off my cell and claim, “now, I have no addictions” but after 10 minutes I switch it on and in fact ask someone to give me a missed call just to check if it still rings. The cycle has been repeating.
Is it PMS or is Doomsday coming? Is it the dreaded disease loving-a-bastarditis?
I need to breathe, I need to breathe. Inhale, Exhale, Hee Haw… Hee Haw...