Wake Up

Wake up. You hate your life

Wake up. Stare at the ceiling. Hate the fact that you have to get up for school or work, whatever it may be. Or hate that you have to try and fill the day with something so as to pas the time before you’re tired enough to fall back asleep.

Wake up. Drag yourself into the bathroom. Have a shower because they’re fucking great. Almost as good as sleeping. You don’t want to get out. But you have shit to do and you fucking hate it.

Wake up. Check your phone and realise nobody cares about you. No messages, no notifications. No likes or comments. Nothing. Feel worthless all day.

Wake up. Go back to sleep.

Wake up. Wish you lived somewhere else. Spend the day looking at the cheapest way to move to another city because you’re a poor fucker and really have no idea what you’re doing.

Wake up. Drink, smoke, cry. Whatever your outlet is, you do that.

Wake up. Realise you don’t know how to cook so you just skip meals.

Wake up. Turn on some music really loud cause no one else is home and you scream lyrics painfully but it’s beautiful to you.

Wake up. Emmerse yourself in a tv series because it’s more fun to pretend you live in a different world and you wish that you lived in there with them.

Wake up. But never really wake up. Always tired, no energy. Move around and do day to day things to live but not truly live.

Wake up. Brilliantly submerge yourself in all the bad decisions and regret you’ve ever had. Because fuck it, you might as well feel something

Wake up. Want to die

Wake up…