Bottom Line Is I Prefer Not To Exist.

In the imaginary race with time, I barely think about what is happening to me. If I stress I even don’t know what I’m feeling. But there some sort of disturbance or sadness that is always pumping from the bottom of my heart. I work at a graveyard shift for a private company. My jobContinue reading “Bottom Line Is I Prefer Not To Exist.”

Night Life, Expression Of Countless Tears.

When the time passes towards the night,It is time to set everything straight.It is time to log in and work,Time to put on a fake smirk. I have to speak to clients on the phone.Treating their problems as my own.It feels like the night is pulling me to oblivion,Sometimes it all feels like an illusion.Continue reading “Night Life, Expression Of Countless Tears.”