I'm awake, I shouldn't.
I break a promise or two. My head is throbbing.
My bed is occupied. My stomach rumbles. Adele is in the background. I'm questioning a lot, I'm thinking too much. I want coffee. I silently pray for some clarity. I'm worried about things out of my control. I'm caring too much and it actually means that I care, like caring supposed to be. I'm not making sense. I feel lost. Is anything real? This is random. I like short confusing sentences, I should use less adjectives. My words should be flat and cold like my emotions.
I'm not signing this time.