Reasons

CH. 1

I want to be happy. Like happy as in I don't even know what is going on around me because of how happy I am.
I sat by the window and kept gazing out into the burnt color of the fall leaves and foggy blue sky. It's so easy for me to be happy one moment and be sad in a blink of an eye. I felt heavy hearted, as the mass of the sadness in my heart swelled up. I didn't understand it. Any of this as a matter of fact.
Why am I sad? What was happening?
Why am I sitting here and acting like a character in an emotional movie. Welp, time to get going I thought.
I still didn't move.
Am tired already and it's only eight in the morning.
'Well first of all you could get your fat ass up and moving but your here again munching the fridge away' the little voice in my head opted to answer.
Do you guys feel all the motivation sipping through because same.
I sighed, 'Fuck off'
You could say this conversation with myself became a motivational morning routine.
Another fucking morning with a whole list of bullshit awaiting I thought. Time to fuck though them and get back to bed at the end of the day. I groan and pull myself up dusting the crumbs off my shorts somehow and walk to the bathroom.