Fuck Me and Yesterday

Yesterday, before midnight, I felt distant, but then, I didn't feel like that during that time. I know fuck me right? I'm horrible at explaining. So fuck it. 

I woke up one morning and told myself, ' Fuck it, I need a break.' And so I voided myself away from people for a day. Not replying SMSes and stuff. All I just wanted to do was get my day over and done with, all I just wanted to do was to fucking sleep. 

And I did. I slept. Till 12pm, or at least laid in bed till then, ignoring all messages. Woke up, took some food, and went back to sleep till 2.30pm and had lunch. Went to do some sit-ups and pull-ups, read the paper, and went to work. Continued to ignore the world till I left work. And then I decided to reply messages. 

What the fuck was wrong with me then? I had no fucking clue. Maybe I spent too much money the day before? Maybe I felt like there was too many things going on at once, and not enough time to do so? Maybe I'm just fucking tired? Maybe my friends are not my friends anymore? Maybe it's fucking just me. Well, you can say that all these things were going down in my head, that it was fucking pissing me off, that most probably my body and my brain decided 'Fuck the whole lot of you and everything around it, time to just sleep.' 

Because getting out of bed means you have to do things, and meet people. Fuck it. 

And coming back seeing bullshit on the internet, makes me so glad I had that break. Please so being so fucked.