A ray of sunlight flashes onto my face, giving me hints to stand up and work my ass up again. I forced my body and spirit, telling them to cooperate and atleast be productive a lil' bit since I don't want to messed things up it frustrates me and who wants to generate white hairs due to stress though.
Another thing to add on my "frustrating thing" list was my work place. Everyone's saying "whoa, an aspiring architect I bet your place is so clean huh?" I had enough with stereotyping, what's with you people? I found myself at the edge of my bed daydreaming of getting a proper vacation. I wasn't supposed to do things I don't really like to do but when you're financially unstable you don't have choice but grab what's free. I stopped imagining things and pick my things on the floor as I got up.
After I freshen up and clean the mess I walk towards my window and open it. Maybe inhaling some fresh air would be good on keeping my sanity.
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RandomSometimes we expect for something and someone to stay. We do not question the circumstances. What if that someone wanted to stay, can you handle the circumstances?
