❛Sometimes, society can be an unfair and unjust place.❜
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╰┈ ―✦ My eyelids fluttered open as I shot up from my small but soft bed, my alarm ringing awfully loudly.
We have more guests coming over again, how very tiring. I sighed disappointedly, wanting to go back to sleep. I slowly and groggily crawled off my bed and walked inside my expensive bathroom to brush my teeth, looking up at the vintage clock that was hanging on the right side of the wall, despite not fitting in with the aesthetic of the room.
8:30 am.
The clock displayed, as the audible ticking sounds from the clock echoed. I muttered some daily reminders to myself under my breath and continued on with this repetitive, depressing life.
𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺,
Nice to meet you, diary that is actually a notebook. This is the first time I have opened you, yet I have already decided to write about my life here.
Using a diary feels quite stupid, but it acts as a place to vent out my problems. Or should I say write out my problems?
Moving on from that, it is currently nine o'clock and if not for you, I would've been staring at the ceiling and the window occasionally for twenty minutes by now.
I wish I could do something else, rather than staying in my room everyday. It's not like I'm being forced to lock myself in my room — just that I'm prohibited to go outside. Life can be pretty boring, especially since don't own any devices. I seriously have no other actual way to pass the time except for reading and writing.
Most people like me at this age would be on their phones all day, whether it'd be finding information, playing games, watching videos or even just listening to music. Well, I think.
The first time I listened to music was when I was quite little. I was amazed, though. How did the composer come up with a song like this? What inspired them, motivated them, why did they decide to make such a song? The same applies to the lyricist — were the lyrics based off their own personal experiences? I was interested, curious. Maybe the word 'infatuated' could work in this sense.
