Will I Sleep?
I do not feel good right now as the feeling I get is that of being a bad person. Nothing I can tell in precise words since I do not know that what really is right. Everything is just terrible and I do not even know as to what am I even saying? This life is terrible and it never treats me right. Yes, I have no existence of my own in this life. Who am I basically? Just a poor guy I am who has no standing in this life. It is the only thing which I can say about myself. You may hate me for sounding so sad right now however I am simply stating the things which my emotions are saying to me. In reality at the moment my mind wishes to tell me that I am big loser whose life is never going to change.
Something which I want to do right now is to keep on pressing the keys endlessly so that I could prove to myself that I can write. Although, what exactly am I writing is not even known by me. As my fingers are pressing the keys, I wish to keep on typing till my fingers actually lose the strength to write anymore. Now, I am sensing the darkness and I just wish to go to sleep. Will I sleep or will I not?
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