Yesterday, I played handball with the girls in primary school, cried over grazed knees and ripped socks, gambled with my cousins during Chinese New Year at my aunt's house, watched TV with my parents, and excitedly told them about my day. I couldn't wait to go to school just to see my friends. Maths class was my sanctuary, not just because the teacher was brilliant, but because it was a place where everything made sense and I felt truly alive. I caught the school bus just to catch a glimpse of that cute guy. I went to bed smiling.
Today, I drag myself out of bed just to get to work. I catch the train alone and hug myself to keep warm. I'm sick and tired of the rat race, wondering if this is what the rest of my life will be like. I can't be bothered talking to my parents because "they just don't seem to understand." I haven't seen my best friends in weeks, cancelling on them because I had to work last Friday. Uni feels pointless because the endless assignments and exams seem disconnected from real-world applications. I lock myself up in my room, worry about what to wear, and never visit my relatives anymore. I get upset over the ex-boyfriend and am constantly lacking sleep.
Tomorrow is just another day.