When Days Feel Like Storms
Hellooooo, people. At this point of writing these blogs, I guess, I can tell you the type of blog it is. Not the topic -- you've already read it in the title -- but the type like:- It's the i don't know what is this gonna be about type, or, i know exactly where i'm taking this type, or, i wanna pour my heart type, or, let's wrap this write-up in love type. This one is the type: i wanna put a write-up you didn't know you wanted/needed to read. Let's begin. Good morning, people. You wake up with a spectrum of feelings; them depending upon the time you woke up, the feeling you slept with, the day you've had yesterday, the moments you're gonna have. Getting up from bed, sometimes is effortless and sometimes -- saying it with a heavy sigh -- terrible. Going where you're going -- either outside home or back at your bed -- sometimes feels exciting and sometimes boring. You get to another part of the day where you've forgotten how much you wanted