A welcome arrow through the heart

Navigating my way through this sporadic malady would naturally take its toll on me. Your limbs are rendered futile upon every stride, and grace as it is, is impossible to feign. The constant lethargy somehow just exacerbates one's earthly woes and palette of qualms. But then like every other human being if there is a glimmer of hope, you cling onto it,in unadultered desperation. I have my days, although its cringeworthy to admit my palette of qualms are aided by interim remedies presenting itself in the form of retail therapy.  (Net-A-Porter i love you) Ironically my wardrobe failed me, collapsing and leaving me in a sea of garments and fabric i have may or may not worn in years. There i was in a room littered with clothes, partially frustrated i am unable to compartmentalize garments in accordances to my likings to have my mother order another one for me and also to get rid of shit i dont need. I need them all, bcs im a hoarder. Duh clothes have sentimental values. Minus this petty petty fiasco, to compensate for manic episodes, i do ocassionally engage and treat myself to a mental health day(s), in the likes of vitamin sea,vitamin d(the sun duh) and luncheons with my string of gemstones where the tête-à-tête progresses from current affairs, prospective suitors to the obligatory canard. Funny how i miss how therapeutic writing has always been and this old thing is collecting dust rotting somewhere in the corner i had to revive it. On a less brighter note, college is commencing in less than a week and i am shamelessly enthralled to find myself clad in this season's selection of garments for my third year in law school. Incorporating a hint of Amal Alamuddin this time and of course coupled with my signature baddie ensemble, would be fun. Allah bless me.