Monday, 17 July 2017

Few Things

You know, things like lunch, breakfast, naptime, that five-minutes smoke break, etc.
It affects your day. But no matter what, you have to keep going despite the flaw it'll take space in your daily life.

IT WILL SLOWLY TAKE YOUR DAY.

From the moment you open your eyes, it starts.

That is when you scream so loud inside but no one can hear you. Instead of appreciating the fact that you're breathing normally, you sigh. "Life sucks" your subconscious tells you. So you wake up like a normal lazy person and walk yourself to the kitchen and TRY TO THINK OF WHAT TO HAVE FOR BREAKFAST and you end up staring at the dining table for 10 stupid seconds and then you walk back to your room and grab your cigarette and light it up.

You decided to have death for breakfast.
"Nice one" your subconscious said.

You scroll down your instagram and look at people's life and hate yourself for not having a fancy coffee and cute pancakes for breakfast. You scroll down further and see your friend just done their 5-laps morning run and hate yourself for having too much beer last night.

"Awesome! Beer belly ftw!" your subconscious tells you.

GETTING READY FOR WORK

That is the most challenging part of your life, isn't it? Getting ready for work means prepare to die.

Messy hair, chapped lips, they recognize you. Don't change that, Peg.
Your appearance doesn't affect your performance.
"You're ugly. Put on some lipstick. You look like a dead pig" your subconscious said.

Mmmmmhmm.

And at work, you have to complete what is incomplete. What has not been done yet?

EVERYTHING.

Ahh kimak. Ahhh cibai. Ahhhh babi.

Cursing all day until the time is up and you drive back home as usual. Sit in the car and drive like the road is yours. You have the right playlist to enjoy before you crawl back to your bed and close your eyes again.

But if you don't feel like going back home, you go find your bae and fully utilize their shoulder and cry like a baby if you want.
Or beer or maybe some good food.



You know, things like : these.

It's going to be beautiful when you're old or you're dying.

Don't stop.

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