It’s 11 am. The room is in a mess, as usual. Shoes lie all around the floor, clothes scatter on the bed and on the chair, books spread on the study table on the right, makeup tools and accessories unorganized on the dressing table in front of the bed next to the door … a messy room that fits well in a messy life. I woke up early but I’m still in bed dwelling in my thoughts. It’s a day off. I know, a day off should be to have fun and to spend time with your family or friends, but I rather stay in bed instead. I don’t feel like I have the energy to get up. There’s nothing worthy of doing in this small town after all especially in this rainy weather. I should at least study to catch up with all the school work that I’ve been piling up but I think that’s the best thing about college, no one will ask you about it. Your parents think you’re already mature enough to know how to organize your time, your professors barely notice you - that is of course if you stay quiet and keep a low profile which I prefer to do -, and finally your friends don’t care as long as your fill them up on the latest explanations of the professors and answer their questions that will help them in the exams. So it’s settled then, once more I’m staying in my bed.
I reach my phone. It’s the first thing I do when I wake up. There’s no one special in my life and my love life is pretty lame so there’s never a good morning text that I look forward to read, it’s just it became sort of a habit to check out if anyone thought about saying hello for once. Of course there are hundred of texts in the several group chats; a friend is talking about her fight with her boyfriend once again in one group chat, in the other someone is making silly jokes trying to impress the new girl that we added to the group and in the last chat, girls, as always, gossip on every single person they know or they met or they heard about or even glimpsed. I pass through the conversations quickly without replying. I’m not in the mood to chat or to spend time on social media so I turn off the phone and put it back on the nightstand.
I pick up my laptop, put it in my lap and turn it on. I want to keep watching a new series I started watching last night. I watch a lot of series. I keep watching for days on a row. I get so attached to the story that I almost feel I’m inside of it. It becomes my reality and the real world around me just fades away. The real world becomes a fantasy and the fantasy becomes my real world. That’s what I like the most about it, the series and the movies and the stories, they allow me to escape my unwanted helpless boring awful reality and live in a whole other world far away from here. Not all my days are like this, but today, that’s all that I did, that’s all I wanted to do. I was transported to a different better world with just being in my bed the whole time.
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When Misery Sinks In
RandomEver had the feeling or even wondered what it's like when misery takes over your life? This book describes the everyday life of a girl well aware of that feeling.....
