You go to bed with incomplete answers, uncooked questions and ambiguous conclusions. And you promise yourself a beauty sleep. You let your self surrender to sleep only when you leave your self exhausted. Exhausted not with anyone, but self. You threaten that little devil inside you to shut up, Because it constantly makes you impatient whilst things around are completely normal. But fuck it. It doesn’t allow you to enjoy normal. It’s like those parents who have imagined a different life, a different career for you. And hence, ending up making you feel regretful about everything else you do. Everything … Continue reading