Whenever I am sad, depressed, and demotivated, I like to cook nice food.
Today is pasta night. I made deep fried calamari and pasta with lotz of ham, zucchini, mushroom, and red sauce.
I wonder why some questions in life is not as straightforward as 1+1=2 and or at least come with a correct answer? Some of them are even worse --> answers are unknown. I had been plagued by this one problem for a long long time. Try very hard to get myself out of it but it seems that it just won't leave. The truth is there. But, somehow, it's just so hard for me to let go. I'm giving myself a false hope, and therefore, digging myself a bigger hole whenever I saw chances. I'm wasting my time and energy for this. The usual me won't waste anytime doing something useless, pointless. And the fact that this is so not me really made me sad. I'm gradually losing my dignity by immersing myself in this mess...
And no, the food didn't make me happy.
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