Sugar at Maison Bertaux
For the past three days, my sleep has been completely out of sync. Last night I fell asleep around 10 p.m. without even showering, then woke up at 3 a.m. and… started living.
Who takes a shower and washes their hair at 3 am, then peels a mango and an apple and eats them?
Who does the laundry and makes a ginger honey at 4 am and then decides to write a blog instead of studying for the upcoming exam?
Who listens to Spotify a lot to avoid having a conversation with themselves?
Oh. That would be me.
Lately, I've been scared of how time moves so fast, I feel like I'm left behind, struggling to catch up. I want to criticise myself a lot for every moment of pause. For wasting (?) so much time in the status quo, or simply for doing nothing or allowing myself too much slack (yes, tooo much slack).
Ok maybe I should stop writing nonsense in this hour when I feel most vulnerable.
PS: The photo is not quite representative, I know. But I'm not alright atm, remember?
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