FUCK,
laying in bed,
to think in the morning,
sun shining,
reminding me of
the failing grades I receive.
Triggering the anxiety,
collapsing the idea of me
being a decent
person well,
half
of a half of
an imagination of me.
As I make
the first sigh of recognition
I realized that there is
nothing from stopping
me, from actually
or metaphorically
getting up and
starting another shitty day.
Misfortune of love,
stupidity, irrational thoughts,
and mind fucking absurdity
reactions of the heart,
all happening in the same
day.
But stopping the action of people is
harder,
to be honest this is a load of
nonsense that gets me up.
Process of eliminating reason on not to get up.
Blah.