Disconcert

Things are obnoxiously irritating at the moment.

Perhaps by themselves, things are of no harm and problem. Rather, the very exhausted soul of yours truly might be the root of the grim and gloom that arise.

Insecurities, ones that yours truly can't truly express to anyone, not even to the significant other, are haunting and eating away content like thermites eating softwoods.

One feels insignificant.

Career-wise, one's no particular achievement.

Financial-wise, one's strained like a dry pasta.

Though one should never give up, nor complain.

One still has The One, who is Almighty.

One just want to vent. A vent with no opinions and solutions needed.

Mar 15 2566, 19:26