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In a world of ours, I'm up.


It is 5:00 am, everybody is sleeping, and I’m up. Last night was depressing and sad, but for now, I’m up. I have no reason to wake up this early, yeah I know I have college which I don’t give a damn about, but I’m up. 
Yesterday I met an awesome friend, who told me something so meaningless that it made so much sense. “Whatever, life”, He said.
I don’t know why I wrote this pointless piece of crap, but I’m up with nothing except for some smelly thoughts irritating me inside my head.
“Sleep, sleep, sleep”, I try to order my brain, but I don’t decide and that’s why I’m up. Wide awake, with those bloodshot eyes and wounded soul, I breathe without a single will to survive. Whatever, I’m here right now, with my fingertips pressing the keyboard buttons and the low noise tells that I am alive. It doesn’t matter because we are all dead inside, but the funny part is that at some point, we’re all up.
I used ‘we’ at the last sentence. It never happens that 6 billion people in the world are up at the same time, but one day, we will all be up. It won’t be the normal waking up at 5:00 or 6:00 am. We will all be literally up, with the God of Heavens.
“Sleep, sleep, sleep”, my brain is intruding.
“Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat……e…a…t”, my stomach thinks it’s going to do it.
Walked to the fridge and grabbed an apple. Yeah, my stomach did it, and I’m still up.
Looks like they know what they are doing, to me.
It’s 5:30 am right now and I’m still up. I have only half an hour left to get rid to college and I don’t have any idea why I’m writing this piece of thing.
“Sleep, sleep, sleep”, my brain mutters in a lower voice to set me to pass out, but you know, college and life matters. I can’t sleep right now.
How cunning brain, how clever..You didn’t let me sleep when I needed it, and now that’s what you want me to do.
My soul decided that I’m going to stay up. Even if I am so tired and exhausted. Even if I am going to regret this, I am sure that I will, but it’s okay because I have one reason to stay awake now. I have classes to attend and people to hate in the morning. That’s what we call life, things we do and places to go.
 I don’t call it life, I call it a world. It’s A world of ours and the word ‘world’  makes more sense than ‘life’ which happens to be so abstract.
Again, I don’t know why I’m up.
I shouldn’t slip into more topics, not now brain, not now. I don’t want to be late.
My soul is giving in to my brain, I guess.
*Sigh*
I’m committed, and to be honest the commitments of the day are heavy enough to make one gets major commitment issues.
I’m still writing, therefore I am still up.  Or I’m still up, therefore I’m writing? I don’t know.
“Sleep, sle….”..
Shshsht, Brain. I don’t want to know any reasons. I don’t want to know to anything. Now I should get ready to college, and I just remembered that I was supposed to be studying for today’s quiz.
You are so funny life, thank you for letting me know when it’s late.
I’m fine. I am okay with what I am going through, and what I have been through. I’m okay that I’m up.


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