My life seems very simple and straight forward now a days.
I attend classes, eat, sleep and spend times with friends. With smokes and coffees. At times butter buns join the party.
I work. I work my ass off. I feel alive. I feel like I can breathe while I drown myself with works. I don’t sleep. I can’t make myself sleep. So, I work.
I have started to become mean. I want people to alienate me. I have found a perfect repelling spell. And works wonderfully well.
Perfect life. Mornings start with a coffee, a cigarette and alien thoughts.
I want this forever. For forever.