I've been feeling down lately, feeling off the hinge, provoked at the slightest. I don't know if its just me or something else. Waking up is a chore, I just want to curl up into a ball wearing fuzzy socks. I don't want to go through the same old arduous routine everyday, the same old narcissistic people and same old revolting society. There's nothing to do, I keep finding myself pondering my existence and life's greatest questions to no avail, I find myself staring into space just living through my dreams. Life has lost its magic, it's let go of me and I wander lost not knowing what to do. I want to curl up and sleep forever. Do you guys know how unfair it is that I have to live in a permanently hot country ? I'll never know the comfort of lying down near the glowing embers of a fire and drinking warm creamy drinks on a cold winters night. I consider it a really unfair. I've never been the summer girl, always attracted to the cooler and gor