Cold Summer

Awake

Have you ever experience being awake but barely breathing?

Have you ever woke up only to sleep again?

Have you ever experience having sadness as your breakfast? Anxiety as your lunch? And depression for dinner?

Yes honey, I did.

You don't? Then don't read this. Then you're just another hypocrite saying #mentalhealthmatters but doesn't really understand why it matters.

Fuck you.

Fuck this life.

Yes, I curse a lot. So what? It's my life, care less you motherfucker.

Care less like you always fucking do.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Have you had your breakfast already? Not yet? Then drop this fucking phone and eat first. Don't be like me. Come on! Don't skip meal.

Or you can eat with me?

Al right, fine.

So how was your day? How was your quarantine? Boring af? Same here.

But mine is different, it's a whole mess. It feels like because I wanted to make it colorful, I added too many colors that it looks like a mess now. Not a fucking abstract. An ugly mess. But this is my masterpiece. I own this. I should be proud!

Yes, I am. So I bragged about it. But guess what? I just received laughter, because no one cares.

Read that? No one cares. No one would. No one should.

They will just be wasting their time.
So do you. So if you're just trying hard to be sad and looked depressed. Then just leave this story because I swear...it's going to be cold.

So damn cold.