"Said I'm fine but it wasn't true"
-T.Swift
Got a lot of endless tasks to do. Problems are loaded and piling up like laundries undone. I don't have enough sleep, I don't have the energy to move too. I lost the will to continue? Or self doubts were just trying to teach me how to be brand-new? I want to finish everything excluding my life — mind you. The deadlines look like a welcoming hell I'm seeing near as time would pass by so fast — and faster than Sonic — Oh! I don't know if these metaphors would still make sense. Who cares if it doesn't make sense? As if poetic rendezvous with literature will make my tiresome life become worthwhile and momentous.
Sighing like I've carried the whole planet Jupiter on my shoulders for a few seconds now. What am I gonna do? Do you also feel the same way as I do?
I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I'm mad, I'm sad, I'm distracted, I'm anxious, I'm isolated, I'm unmotivated, I'm upset, I'm delusional, I'm worried, I'm helpless, I have flu, I crave sweets — oh.. and I just miss you.
Rain
YOU ARE READING
HER JOURNAL
غير روائيIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. A journal of a girl we'll just call Rain. Isn't it interesting to read someone's journal? She say's, "Sometimes, it's better to let a stranger...
