Walking Corpse

Glenn would come find me for lunch at Telok Ayer area, and then start freaking out, pointing at all the office workers and going “Look! All robots! They are all robots!”

I feel like one of these robots today. Why? Why is it so hard for me to go to work? Wasn’t this what I have been fighting for all these while? Wasn’t this what I’ve dreamt about all these while? Yet why is it so difficult at this juncture? I shouldn’t feel this reluctant every morning. I have never felt this much unwillingness ever to wake up for a job. Usually, I’m just lazy but now, it feels like my heart and soul is pulling back and telling me not to go.

I’m sad. I don’t know what else to look forward to? I feel like my life has stopped here.

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