Tunggu, jangan laju terlalu, bilang masa
setiap satu belum sempat dilarikkan
di atas kekunci tua keras, satu-satu aksara tempias.
Acara-acara bertimpa-timpa
Irama keretapi lama.
Setiap saat adalah titisan doa
Untuk keluar dari rentak-rentak melodrama
Meladeni kesedihan di celah-celah sibuk pandu lalu-
Terlalu, berat terlalu.
Now and then I'll be having episodes of breakdown
Where my imperfections be eating at my very soul and convinced me that I wasn't good enough for anything- damn I hate the feeling
As I struggled with life adjustments, sometimes I wonder if I make rash decisions- starting a family, juggling work and housechores, further my studies. When I look around, it seems like everybody else is doing it so seamlessly, no sweat. While I'm always struggling. And becoming more paranoid each day.
Sometimes I counted the number of days I wasn't feeling okay, and reassured myself that it hasn't reach 14 days yet. And I think I have nobody to talk to, since I'd hate to burden people with things on my mind which seems like a second nature to everybody else.
Maybe I need professional help.
And I'm pursuing Psychiatry. How ironic, innit.
