What a day!
Boring day. Lazy day. Resistance filled day. Fear of missing out filled day. Lonely day. A day full of nobody. A day full of no work. A day full of THC in the body. A day of about 12 hours. A day of eating shit. A day of overthinking same things. A day of longing. A day of wasteful daydreaming. A day of realisation that I am an amateur artist - I tick all boxes of who an amateur artist is. A day of giving up. A day of mild panic - mild because I have bit of money right now to live. A day of time pass. A day of checking hoping WhatsApp rings often. A day of wanting to talk to crushes. A day of wanting to talk to somebody I miss. A day of not knowing what shit to do. A day of merely breathing. A day of zero creativity. A day of eye pain. A day of wasting time on FIFA, 14. A day of going twenty thousand steps behind the breaking point of Resistance. A day of succumbing to the day itself. A day of confining myself in the house to save money. A day of not wanting to be creative. A day of distractions when I wanted to write. A day of giving up so easily. A day of insecurity. A day of drifting away. A day of not knowing what to do. A day smelling like shit. A dead day. A wasted day. A day full of loneliness.
By the way, every passing day I realise that I am lonely.
Also, by the way, I might get blind soon.
Also, by the way, can I smoke a cigarette, right now?
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