The alarm on the bedside table wakes you.
6:30 AM
Rolling over you slam the ignore
button to try to catch just a few more minuets of sleep, but it eludes you. Settling for staring at the ceiling you begin to recall the events of the day before.
Yesterday, and then the day before that. You go as far back as your memory allows and you begin to notice a pattern.
The day before is a little easier than the day after. Which means today, this day, will be worse than yesterday, but tomorrow... Tomorrow is going to be the worst day yet. Well at least until the next day. This revelation surprises you.
If each day is harder than the last then why do you continue to get up everyday? Aren't you just asking for more problems, more worries, and more fears? I guess my real question is...
"Why live?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Everything Wrong With Me
De TodoThis is not a story. It's venting trash that I decide to write down and post in a series that doesn't go off of each other. Each piece is its own within the series. Every thing I post in here will be a first draft. Nothing will be be rewritten or...
