I face terrible ennui.

I haven't nothing to blog about. Actually I do. I want to whinge about the movie I saw last night or the total lack of interest I've had in food... or the fact that I'm not doing anything at the moment even though i'm still in the midst of my A'level and it's a glorious feeling. but I can't seem to get out of the guilt whenever i sleep too much or watches too much tv.

I feel so unloved and depressed recently. Even initially, the thought of christmas would cheer me up, now, it don't anymore. Comfort food don't exert its effect on me too.

So, i'm sad.