I wake up feeling like shit, what’s new. I drag myself out of bed to make breakfast or I don’t, whatever. I go into a lecture and stare at the ceiling for a little while. I have not had a shower. I buy a measly meal deal for lunch. I hardly do any prep for tomorrow. I go home. Maybe I have a drink with a friend. I think about all the people that probably hate me today. I repeat tomorrow. I am still sad, obviously.
Today, I wake up feeling fine. I drag myself out of bed for some nourishment, or my mum and body will kill me. I move my body because sadly exercise makes me feel good. I eat a wholesome lunch whilst indulging myself in some reading. I immerse myself in my studies. I listen to my cravings for dinner. I haven’t stopped thinking about the people that probably hate me today, but that’s okay. That’s on them. I feel much better, unfortunately.
Coffee and Reality. 