Cluttered minds are no good.
Focusing on what work to do hurts.
But we can't do anything about it...
Endless homework,
Chores on top of that.
Then our hobbies are put on hold.
Our passion will be ignored.
Just keep working,
And working,
And working,
And when there's weekend,
Keep working.
There's no time to rest,
No time to have fun.
But that's life,
We have to work,
And find time to actually live.
They say,
No pain, no gain.
How much we wish for no pain,
And let there be a gain.
I wish I can just give up,
That I could just pause life,
And just think.
Or not think.
I wish that I can forget all my worries
That it was never here.
That I can let myself rule my life.
But what takes up my life,
Is work. No.
Work and Stress.
Work and Stress...
They both stand beside me,
Pushing and shoving me,
Making me cry at night.
And make me hate life when I wake up.
It feels as if,
Making me cry is their goal.
If it is their goal,
They've reached it.
Goodbye.
Time to work.
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Hating life right now, how much I wish it was summer.
Oh well... Can't do anything about it.
At least I have a stress relief. Writing.
