Blame the night

I smile, I laugh, I scream and joke like a mad guy. This is how I become happier that I care less than before. I can’t be bothered about how others would think and mock about me.

This is the path to a better life I suppose, just like when I was young and more arrogant. This is the best way to strive on; I bring back my confidence by hiding my flaws and pretend I’m invincible.

I watched the documentary about volunteers; I know I shouldn’t be thinking too much of this enjoyment when I can’t even prioritise my time properly to scrub a secure path for my future.

I blame this night, that my mind can’t stop thinking even though my eyes are reddish and my brain isn’t functioning well.

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