Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, they say.
But all good things have to come to an end. So here we are, looking reality right in the eye, telling ourselves that we’re winning, we have to be, or do we just kid ourselves?
We didn’t follow the masterplan. A plan crafted for all the other minions. I look left and right, I see moonlighting. I see an extravagant wedding. A faraway honeymoon. A 4-rm flat. A car. 2 babies.
I find myself losing control. Sometimes I just want to just scream. But I never do. I just go to sleep. Everything gets better in the morning. It always does.
I do things I can’t explain. I laugh it off. I don’t believe in prescription of mind illnesses. This is temporary, and we know it. There is a better place, someday.
I disagree because I’ve run out of clever things to say. But keeping silent was never my thing.
I’m just tired, and it’s beginning to show.
