Bad Day

It's exactly like how Daniel Powter says it. Some days it's not even worth getting up. Snuggling under my duvet with the aircon on would have been the solution.

When everything you do seems to be wrong and you feel so down about it and you wish with all your heart to just run away. All the things you try to achieve today just backfires. But it's just one of those days right?

You try so hard to do the things you need to do. All that is expected of you and those which are not. Because somewhere when you were growing up, they told you that if you worked hard you'd get where you need to get to, where you deserve. But then you find yourself in the bathroom with a rickety pipe and a flickering lightbulb. Your hair has seen better days, your shirt untucked, your skin a pasty colour. And you don't know why you do the things you do.

It's just work they tell you.

Does that make it better? Because I need to find a reason to do the things I do. Because I cannot give anymore than I have. Because most of the time my hands are shaking. Consequences is a bitch. And I try to do better. But I just ran out of steam. I just need some help along the way. But all I hear are ivory keys. And I am just tired. I need a reason. To get up every morning.