My Life
My life is not mine. At least not anymore. Not that I know.
My life is waking up at 6 AM every morning, to do things I don't do whole-heartedly.
Most of the time I couldn't wake up at 6 because most of the time I stay up late the previous morning, also doing things I don't do whole-heartedly.
So most of time I skip classes.
And in my life, I no longer feel guilty about it.
No longer can I determine what's important and what's not in my life.
I negelct my family.
I hate myself for allowing that.
But in my life, there's always something that's seemingly more important than that.
My smiles are pretentious.
My laughs are rarely heard.
I lead a very unhealthy life.
I plan on recovering, soon.
Soon.
My life is waking up at 6 AM every morning, to do things I don't do whole-heartedly.
Most of the time I couldn't wake up at 6 because most of the time I stay up late the previous morning, also doing things I don't do whole-heartedly.
So most of time I skip classes.
And in my life, I no longer feel guilty about it.
No longer can I determine what's important and what's not in my life.
I negelct my family.
I hate myself for allowing that.
But in my life, there's always something that's seemingly more important than that.
My smiles are pretentious.
My laughs are rarely heard.
I lead a very unhealthy life.
I plan on recovering, soon.
Soon.