emoism?

7 am, then again at 10 am: I woke up to unfamiliar noise of silence.

Few moments after, a pathetic mixture of the Sad, Lonely, Poor, Sick, Injured and above all, Disappointed (at myself and you) greeted me in front of my bathroom mirror.


Now I'm sitting my sorry ass at home, blocking out whatever the world may want to scream into my earlobes.

Phone off, door locked.
Unattended plans, full stomach, injured shoulder, naked face.

Only full volume of blasting music here to entertain me.



In normal situations, I have nothing against unexpectant moments. But not when it comes rushing at you for two whole hours. Too much information was processed through me last night, I need a whole day to rest and revive.


So, as of now, goodbye world.