I don’t want to wake up today, I don’t want to face this hideousness. Trust me, I hate to wake up to this everyday. Why can’t I forget me? Why can’t I lose my memory like I’ve lost my mind? If I do, I would wake up like a normal person like I’ve always wanted to, but here I am, cold, deceived and entirely dedicated to wearing the shades of depression. Mornings are nightmares; being awake is a nightmare and living in this nightmare is heart-rendering.
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