here i am . this is me. there is nowhere else on earth i would rather be.
i everyone, your nightmare is back. i was thinking that how we wake up in the morning everyday and the first thought that come in the mind differs from person to person. for example... a old person will think, one more day to live. A kid's thought differs according to days like in holiday .. Yahoo day to play else Shit its morning again. A lover boy would think ,wow a new day to meet my fav person on earth. BUT WORKING CLASS LIKE ME and like ME'S, thinks here comes sun mocking over us , another day to struggle . here comes YET ANOTHER DAY.
i never knew that i will ever love morning,,,,, infact i till now don't know ki i love morning. generally as soon as i wake up , some stupid friends will send some jolly filled morning message with some spice of inspiration in them . these type of messages are generally deleted before even read. then have war to conquer the bathroom . then a race to catch the bus. then a war to save yourself from the boss rage. then war within yourself to focus on your work rather than counting the ticking of clock. after leaving the office war with your opponents who want to capture the seats in the bus. then back to home. wow such a battlefield type of life we working class youths have. A time before,someone told me about the troubles of working class . now i have registered my name in the " TROUBLES IN WORKING CLASS LIFE COMMUNITY".
well now i know heaven lies in my bed and everything else in the world is hell. I LOVE MY BED . but on other side of night lies a new morning with new hopes and even newer disappointments .this is not the negativity but a practical thing which we all feel. everyone know on the horizon of this night's sky lies YET ANOTHER MORNING.
i everyone, your nightmare is back. i was thinking that how we wake up in the morning everyday and the first thought that come in the mind differs from person to person. for example... a old person will think, one more day to live. A kid's thought differs according to days like in holiday .. Yahoo day to play else Shit its morning again. A lover boy would think ,wow a new day to meet my fav person on earth. BUT WORKING CLASS LIKE ME and like ME'S, thinks here comes sun mocking over us , another day to struggle . here comes YET ANOTHER DAY.
i never knew that i will ever love morning,,,,, infact i till now don't know ki i love morning. generally as soon as i wake up , some stupid friends will send some jolly filled morning message with some spice of inspiration in them . these type of messages are generally deleted before even read. then have war to conquer the bathroom . then a race to catch the bus. then a war to save yourself from the boss rage. then war within yourself to focus on your work rather than counting the ticking of clock. after leaving the office war with your opponents who want to capture the seats in the bus. then back to home. wow such a battlefield type of life we working class youths have. A time before,someone told me about the troubles of working class . now i have registered my name in the " TROUBLES IN WORKING CLASS LIFE COMMUNITY".
well now i know heaven lies in my bed and everything else in the world is hell. I LOVE MY BED . but on other side of night lies a new morning with new hopes and even newer disappointments .this is not the negativity but a practical thing which we all feel. everyone know on the horizon of this night's sky lies YET ANOTHER MORNING.
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