[something I noted down 2 months ago, then was too tired to continue, now I’m not so sure what I was trying to say here, maybe just some nostalgia — yearning for a past that has long gone]
So, on a very random Monday after a string of meetings in the morning, the feeling of being burnt out crept in and lingered. I dropped myself on bed, face downward, as if some force very strong other than gravity was pulling me down. The internet with all its connections felt too much to take.
I thought about the time with all my friends in the past, those were such sweet days. We were young, and I was so childish. The time I spent with them, turns out to be the best of my 20s.