I wish things never changed. I wish I could go back to that day so things would stay the same. You love losers and thieves. I wish we could be. I guess this isn’t destiny.
I don’t know what is wrong. But lately I am just so tired. I don’t want to do anything. I just want to laze around in bed and waste my life away. Seriously, every day I wake up to the end of the daylight. No wonder suicide rates are high. What’s the meaning of life if you wake up to a brand new day shrouded with glooom!
Once again, the sky looks ominous and my heart is clouded with the greyness of it all.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY.
If I sleep one more hour every day, will it come to a point where I sleep 24 hours?
And since when I wake up it’s going to be the next day, which I am supposed to sleep.
Does it mean I will die in my sleep?