Saturday and Sunday, I moped around the house. I didn't feel like myself, but I didn't know why.
I just wanted to be on my own, in some remote cave eating some fish, sprinkled with fresh herbs (btw, I'm so having my own herb garden one day, insha-Allah!)
And they noticed and asked what was wrong. What could I say? I'm sick of life. I just want to be away from all "this" without really knowing what "this" is.
Nothing is wrong.
And then nothing leads to the big momma of breakdowns.