I hate

 

I hate when I waste my time staring at the ceiling, losing what happens around me, I hate when I'm the last to know what happens to my side, I hate being the cause of my problems and not remedying them by being too busy looking at my feet. It is always the same, I have this inner monologue in which I debate with myself criticizing my absurd folly. I wished I woke up with the chip already changed and stoped eating my head because at the end I manage the same that simply staring at the white ceiling of my room.