Mr.Reak
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Sometimes I walk down the street, it’s a nice day, I am daydreaming again. I am at the point when if I am not with a person I care deeply about, I zoom out of the reality. She became my only medicine, I got bored of everything else. I go to college just because I started to go to college two years ago. I didn’t accomplish much, I am not good of an artist.
I walk down the street, I have tons of ideas I want to put on the canvas or my sketchbook, or just do my 3d project. I start it, it doesn’t work out, I get bored and give out my “I suck, who gives a shit” attitude, I move on. I do the same thing with everything, I don’t remember when was last time I accomplished something. Past 2 years feel dreamy, I can’t focus anymore. I got glasses recently, I though maybe the reason I can’t focus because everything is a blur, nah didn’t help, I still daydream.
I walk down the street, woman, a ugly-punk bitch, comes up to my face, asking something. I am wearing my headphones, I try to strife to the left, she is blocking my way again and again, until I say “I don’t know”. She goes to another person, I say, very quietly, almost to myself “**** off bitch”. I am pathetic, I can’t say anything drastic like that to a person’s face. I am still walking, but now the only thing I can think about is her, she annoys me, so I picture how I push her and beat her up in different ways. For some reason it makes me much calmer, I always do it with people who annoy me, in my mind at least. I have a problem, I know it, but I am too lazy to do anything about it. My mind became my world, where I see myself as someone else.
I walk down the street, disappointed in myself, in my life, in everything. I can’t wait until I come home and I can talk to my girl for at least a minute, she pulls me back. I need to see her at least 4 times per week, she makes me happy.
My life is a mess of putting of work and making up pathetic excusses, which don’t make any sense to a logical person. I wake up tired, I go to sleep tired, I yawn all day long. I don’t remember when was last time waking in the morning felt refreshing.
This is my life, it’s not important, I didn’t accomplish anything honorable, I don’t think I ever will.
What about you?
I walk down the street, I have tons of ideas I want to put on the canvas or my sketchbook, or just do my 3d project. I start it, it doesn’t work out, I get bored and give out my “I suck, who gives a shit” attitude, I move on. I do the same thing with everything, I don’t remember when was last time I accomplished something. Past 2 years feel dreamy, I can’t focus anymore. I got glasses recently, I though maybe the reason I can’t focus because everything is a blur, nah didn’t help, I still daydream.
I walk down the street, woman, a ugly-punk bitch, comes up to my face, asking something. I am wearing my headphones, I try to strife to the left, she is blocking my way again and again, until I say “I don’t know”. She goes to another person, I say, very quietly, almost to myself “**** off bitch”. I am pathetic, I can’t say anything drastic like that to a person’s face. I am still walking, but now the only thing I can think about is her, she annoys me, so I picture how I push her and beat her up in different ways. For some reason it makes me much calmer, I always do it with people who annoy me, in my mind at least. I have a problem, I know it, but I am too lazy to do anything about it. My mind became my world, where I see myself as someone else.
I walk down the street, disappointed in myself, in my life, in everything. I can’t wait until I come home and I can talk to my girl for at least a minute, she pulls me back. I need to see her at least 4 times per week, she makes me happy.
My life is a mess of putting of work and making up pathetic excusses, which don’t make any sense to a logical person. I wake up tired, I go to sleep tired, I yawn all day long. I don’t remember when was last time waking in the morning felt refreshing.
This is my life, it’s not important, I didn’t accomplish anything honorable, I don’t think I ever will.
What about you?