Reckoner

This was the lamest afternoon I had on the entire August. Doing nothing in the middle of cloudy sky was lame.

raindrops keep hitting my window, the noise was abruptly annoying, with all due respect to rain and its lovers, I'd rather see sun

striking hot than dark grey sky. I should have sleep earlier.

My eyes were heavy as rock but I fight against it for something uncertain. I tried to avoid the regret but somehow I couldn't help to feel.

If I was asleep I wouldn't have the worst afternoon on August.

Nothing happened.

Maybe because of that I felt plainly sour and lame.

My phone was off because I just feel like turn it off.

I thought I want to write, but I ended up meeting a cyber scum bag and dive deep inside the good old pictures.

Those pictures adding more sourness in to my afternoon.

I lost my sugar.

Those pictures weren't bad. It just kept the memories I loved, Memories that I would like to have it once again. Or twice.

I miss everyone too much. Too much even beyond your imagination. Too much until it makes me sick.

Today wasn't a good day either. I laughed too much for nothing. Words were getting harder to believe.

Negativity surrounds me like shit.

Love The Way You Lie kept playing on the radio.

I think I'm going to fail my 1st English test, the only subject I thought I was good at. Those school stuff made me ungrateful of my blessed life.

I know I shouldn't feel this.

And there you go, the tasteless cake was served. With rain, dark sky, and feeling like shit has successfully decorated my lame afternoon perfectly.

My mood went ugly in a minute.

I told you I should have sleep on the first place.