twenty twenty we'll be okay

2020
2020
2020
This sounds so fucking strange.
Next year is gonna be 2021.
The year that I was always looking up to.
The year that I'm gonna be "an adult".
That shit is crazy.

I can't believe how much my life has changed over the past 6 months.
And how much IS GOING TO change this year.
I can feel it.
There is something different about me and about everything.
I see so much more.
I understand so much more.
But still I haven't found the real reason of my life.
But I'm going to figure it out.
It's going to be fine.

Why am I a loser?

I wake up.
I go to school.
I count minutes till the end of each lesson.
I go home and I'm exhausted.
I do something to boost my dopamine (scrolling through social media, watching tv shows or just naping)
I get ready for tomorrow.
I go to sleep.

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Time goes on........
Waiting for the weekend...............
Waiting for holidays.....................................
Waiting for my life to happen........................................................

But guess what?
My life will NEVER happen.
I'm never gonna live.
I'm just gonna keep on existing.
Unless I stop resisting.
Unless I stop compaining.
Unless I stop saying no.
Unless I stop criticizing everything and everyone.
Unless I stop being negative.
Unless I stop my nothingless.
And start giving some value to the world.
Start doing what I love.
Start seeing the bigger picture.
Start working on ANY FUCKING THING.

IT'S TIME TO STOP SITTING ON THE ASS.
IT'S TIME TO MAKE.
TO CREATE.
TO STOP OVERTHINKING.
TO JUST DO IT.
FUCK THIS SHIT.

Have a goodnight y'all♥♥