The heart pounded hard like the bad rock song where the “Bam
Bam Bam” sound is the only one that you can hear for 4 minutes long. I should not drink that cup of vanilla latte
even though the smell itself is enough to make me fall in love again with myself. Not a narcissist
but hey, I am trying to tell myself many times that self love is essential.
Looking through the coffee shop’s window, across the street is the red signed
bank with yellow writing. Bright writing, brighter than my life. And a weird
couple dancing weird enough mocking the other couple which having the serious
look in their face. An irony mash up I must say. The four of them getting into
the car and I can only imagine it must be like hot fried banana fritters with
cold vanilla ice cream combination inside the car, by looking at their behaviour
earlier.
From the coffee shop's view
“ God, what am I trying to do with my life?”, I kept asking
that to my self.
An almost 30 year old woman with no vision in life, no fixed
job, no love life, and not having a good social interaction lately. Hating herself especially when those days are
approaching. Yeah say it what ever you want, but, hormonal effect are real
people. Not degrading or anything but, my hormones really burnt me out
sometimes.
Too many things that I want to learn throughout my life but
too much distraction I guess. Games, Netflix, social media. And all the other
yada yada yada things.
Can I curse here?
“ F*** !! I REALLY F***ED UP MY LIFE!! I NEED A HARD SLAP!
PRONTO!”
~ to be continued ~
