Routine.

“It’s gonna be okay” I tell myself as I get dressed; almost ready for work. There’s breakfast on the table; not my favourite but it has to be eaten. Breakfast is the least complex thing to start with in the morning but it somehow stirs discomfort in my half empty stomach. Every step I take…

Sunday morning. Where’s the motivation??

My eyes were forcibly exposed to sunlight from the windows telling me it's morning already and I'm late. Eyelids, lazy as hell refused to open up, well, they have no choice anyway. My hands searched all over the bed to find my phone but couldn't. Time for eye and hand coordination has come but they…

Hanging over.

It's like something had exploded in my head and I can't seem to get out of my bed. My stomach hurts so much that it's sending all the undigested food back into my throat. I can neither throw up nor swallow. Dizziness hinders my movement. There's smoke all over, or is it my eyesight? I…