When one's soul isnt at rest,everything else seems to refuse to fall into place. Idislike this feeling but why does it seem to be happening to me? I know of people who just couldnt care and they're doing fine if not better than me.
And then i'm remembered of the passage i read a couple of days ago-- about two kinds of people. I wanted to blog it down then but i realised it's not really that significant. And now i'm seeing the meaning behind it and am desperately trying to locate the pages, but to no avail.
I'll find it later, when im done with tuition.
Help. I'm restless and have lost my focus.