I and Me
12 hours a day.
The time I spent to sleep lately.
It’s all become way too troublesome that I’d rather stop giving fks and hibernate.
Do people really care?
Of course they don’t.
Why should they?
It’s all easy for them.
It’s hard to have even a single accompany.
Should I just duplicate myself?
So at least there will be a someone who DO know how it’s like.
And what if I marry me afterward?
Or maybe even simpler.
Just run away, the two of us, until death meets us together.
That’d be a bliss.