Posted at 10:49 PM 0 comments (+) As expected, just a couple of weeks into the new year and already, the freshness has faded and nothing feels new anymore.

I didn't write a year-ender for 2016 partly because the year ended in a blur for me, and partly because... well, what's the point? I had a lot of things to reflect about, but I had neither the mood nor energy to do it. Everything's kind of in a mess in my head.

Anyway, time flies. Its already almost a year since I started working full-time, and I just had my first performance review a week ago. Things are going largely fine at work, maybe other than the fact that I am bored to death with the work itself.

I really don't think this is where I want to be, and I might be too hasty about trying to move up. Guess I just got to keep reminding myself that good things take time.

There are many things I've come to realise in the last year; about people, about attitudes, and about life. But really, I don't have the patience to sort my thoughts out.

I keep thinking I can't keep living like this. Only looking forward to the Fridays to get me through the week, and when weekend comes I never quite spend them doing anything. But I have no motivation for anything more. Adulting just drains the life out of me.

I turn 25 this year. It feels like I've come a long way from when I was 17 and fought with my mother and couldn't wait till I turn 21 to move out of the house. Now that I am way past that age and also long since realised the impossibility of moving out... thinking about how it takes another 10 years before I can have my own space just makes me feel so helpless.

New year, same old shit.