They Say..

I am not in my element today, as what many observed. They told me that I looked different, out of my zone. What was that supposed to mean, I rather not to understand.

Monday blues strikes many people on Monday.
Monday blues makes many faces turn sour.

I love Monday. And I have no problem whatsoever with Mondays.

And today is Thursday.

Thursday supposed to make me feel happy. A day away to long awaited weekend.

I feel rather empty and hollow.

And I am not in my zone.

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