It was just another friday when I woke up in the morning...wait a minute, no it was not.
I woke up strangely early out of wicked dreams. They were something about death of my family member, wedding of my close friend, and a war. Quite hazy but those dreams were definitely not pleasant.
Then I fell asleep again and had weird dreams again. I got up at around 1:00 pm.
I grabbed a shower and cleaned up my room. I felt like circulating caffeine to clear up my head so I went out.
I had a huge ass cup of ice americano and doodled for a while watching people.
I wanted to stay there for more but the coffeeshop was unbelivably crowded and so loud and it made me sick.
So I went back home.
As soon as I got home, I started going down. Even tinnie tiny things got on my nerves which I wouldn't even care if I was usual me. I suddenly cried and stopped. I laughed and frowned. I would be looked totally insane. There was no such reason and I just couldn't help it. I wonder what really the problem is.
Wish me a better tomorrow.
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