The Grief
The grief
There is nothing more treacherous then feeling nothing, losing hope on any given day. It was that day for our dear protagonist. Suddenly waking up to the sound of the alarm clock was crushing his soul into bits as he rolled in be attempting not to pay attention to the wakeup call of reality. By the third ring he knew he had to get up. Coffee sounded good right about this time. As he yawned his sleep away, he slowly walked towards the kitchen with the upmost energy of an iguana climbing up a tree. His beady eyes scavenged in the cupboards to grab the ground coffee. Without looking he pushed the on button for the coffee maker. His head was on auto pilot, experiencing actions in another place. He didn’t feel the necessity of getting back into bed, the sofa broke his fall as be belly flopped his way to comfort. He enjoyed the coolness of the leather couch, that coolness that gave his hollow head some healing.
A day in the life of despair.
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Wrote this the beginning of the week in my comm notebook coz this week has been chaotic. Ths goes out to my friends in college because hell it's hard right now(sorry for the dark topic, it like makes the mood worsen :/). Like seriously, our university just dropped a big ass bomb on us. If someone has more then 90 units then they cannot change their major, add minor, certificate double major. They are kicking out people that have more then 140 units over their declared major. They are forcing people to stick to their major that they now hate/cannot handle. They are forcing people to graduate. period. California legislation, why the fuck did you take our money first? We are the fucking future. Pursuit of happiness my ass.
It's been raining.
There is nothing more treacherous then feeling nothing, losing hope on any given day. It was that day for our dear protagonist. Suddenly waking up to the sound of the alarm clock was crushing his soul into bits as he rolled in be attempting not to pay attention to the wakeup call of reality. By the third ring he knew he had to get up. Coffee sounded good right about this time. As he yawned his sleep away, he slowly walked towards the kitchen with the upmost energy of an iguana climbing up a tree. His beady eyes scavenged in the cupboards to grab the ground coffee. Without looking he pushed the on button for the coffee maker. His head was on auto pilot, experiencing actions in another place. He didn’t feel the necessity of getting back into bed, the sofa broke his fall as be belly flopped his way to comfort. He enjoyed the coolness of the leather couch, that coolness that gave his hollow head some healing.
A day in the life of despair.
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Wrote this the beginning of the week in my comm notebook coz this week has been chaotic. Ths goes out to my friends in college because hell it's hard right now(sorry for the dark topic, it like makes the mood worsen :/). Like seriously, our university just dropped a big ass bomb on us. If someone has more then 90 units then they cannot change their major, add minor, certificate double major. They are kicking out people that have more then 140 units over their declared major. They are forcing people to stick to their major that they now hate/cannot handle. They are forcing people to graduate. period. California legislation, why the fuck did you take our money first? We are the fucking future. Pursuit of happiness my ass.
It's been raining.