*tick tock*
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
I don't really hear that often - but it's better than hearing nothing at all. Never noticed our ceiling were this close while laying on our metallic loft bed from IKEA but with a mattress left by someone we barely knew.
I'm stuck.
These days felt like one of those Tyler Durden scenarios - never asleep and never really awake. I would like to take a rest, but these goddamn eyes were stuck like fucking glue for hours in this goddamn phone waiting for something new to happen.
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
Oh look, it's the next day already. I don't want this day to end yet - unfortunately, it's out of my control. I would love to have an amazing sleep right now and I really don't remember the last time I had a night of uninterrupted sleep. It's not about the noise, it's not about the silence neither - there's just this part of me that won't rest until I'm probably dead and the frustrating part is I can't figure it out.
The job doesn't tire me. Like life or like these blogs I'm writing, it just gets boring by the second.
*tick tock*
Is it time to sleep yet? Yes. It's a tiring day and I should give it a break. Maybe the day is not the culprit for this tiredness, but maybe it's life. Maybe it's all in my head.
Ever felt like your always in the middle of something?
Fuck. I'm stuck.
You know when rich people complain about "money is not everything" and "fame = depression"?
You know when poor people just feel happy about not knowing other things in life and simple things are their freedom.
You know when you're in between those two.
You're not happy for not having "enough", but the mediocrity of the life's privilege for the average makes everything anti-climatic.
I don't want to struggle really, but I'm tired of riding this road. It's not even a road. It's a train track created way ahead of me and I'm just riding along.
Not because I'm moving means I am going somewhere.
*Tick Fuckity Tock. I'm Stuck*
I don't know how to express this running frustration. Even I can't explain myself most of the time. Maybe there are things that could not be spoken, or even written in different kinds of languages.
This testimony is not helpful in whatsoever way, just a bunch of whines. I don't even know if I should publish this, or just keep it in drafts; leave it like this or make it a little bit longer? I don't know.
Damn it. I broke my favorite wristwatch today.
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
I don't really hear that often - but it's better than hearing nothing at all. Never noticed our ceiling were this close while laying on our metallic loft bed from IKEA but with a mattress left by someone we barely knew.
I'm stuck.
These days felt like one of those Tyler Durden scenarios - never asleep and never really awake. I would like to take a rest, but these goddamn eyes were stuck like fucking glue for hours in this goddamn phone waiting for something new to happen.
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
Oh look, it's the next day already. I don't want this day to end yet - unfortunately, it's out of my control. I would love to have an amazing sleep right now and I really don't remember the last time I had a night of uninterrupted sleep. It's not about the noise, it's not about the silence neither - there's just this part of me that won't rest until I'm probably dead and the frustrating part is I can't figure it out.
The job doesn't tire me. Like life or like these blogs I'm writing, it just gets boring by the second.
*tick tock*
Is it time to sleep yet? Yes. It's a tiring day and I should give it a break. Maybe the day is not the culprit for this tiredness, but maybe it's life. Maybe it's all in my head.
Ever felt like your always in the middle of something?
Fuck. I'm stuck.
You know when rich people complain about "money is not everything" and "fame = depression"?
You know when poor people just feel happy about not knowing other things in life and simple things are their freedom.
You know when you're in between those two.
You're not happy for not having "enough", but the mediocrity of the life's privilege for the average makes everything anti-climatic.
I don't want to struggle really, but I'm tired of riding this road. It's not even a road. It's a train track created way ahead of me and I'm just riding along.
Not because I'm moving means I am going somewhere.
*Tick Fuckity Tock. I'm Stuck*
I don't know how to express this running frustration. Even I can't explain myself most of the time. Maybe there are things that could not be spoken, or even written in different kinds of languages.
This testimony is not helpful in whatsoever way, just a bunch of whines. I don't even know if I should publish this, or just keep it in drafts; leave it like this or make it a little bit longer? I don't know.
Damn it. I broke my favorite wristwatch today.
I'm exhausted of LIFE.
