Oh, My God!
I never know that my style to see the world can effect my mood. Hahah.
At first, I was in the mood to write down a story about the invisible red carpet and how the crowd gave me a vacant street during the orchestra of the birds in my head.
But I reread the old stories, then the flowery visualisation turned into greyscale. Meh.
So, hello, Old-Verda!
Call me ungrateful, or any word you like.
But, I feel so horrible these recent days. No, I'm not talking about my endless job. I'm talking about my head, the one I called with, if I'm not mistaken, the never-stop-thinking-too-hard brain.
I used my brain excessively to think about, I don't even know the exact word to describe this, "nothingness" perhaps? But it's full, and overload - but it's also empty.
To make it short and simple:
I'm in doubt. About myself.
I'm happy, but I don't feel like I deserve it.
Oh, please help me!
