Working Wednesday Morning

I feel so tired and wanted to take some sleep, I wish I just can do that like the others I see. I am in bed with my laptop on top of me while I imagine myself relaxing and just to feel the bliss of a sound sleep.

I wanted to write something on a paper, but I can't find my pen. I have it just beside me as I always do but when I try to look for it now I can't seem to find it.

My room was quite messy before but I am comfortable with everything around, and even if it wasn't that ordered, I can seem to find my things unlike now. Combs missing on the dresser, pen not on the usual place, deodorant doesn't seem to be in place where I usually have it. I find it more messy now than before.

I want to stand my right, I want to speak out what's inside me but every time I do... It turns out to be "my fault" or lets just say my mistake. The most that I hate in life is when people find's time to see and count the mistakes than what has been the good that I have done.

I need someone, I need somebody to listen to me. Someone that meets my kind of needs and who simply catches the waves on my brain.