Dream

Third day of the year. The weariness worsens, and my eyes are sleepy. I am feeling miserable, but I must be grateful? I feel like shit but at least I am getting paid. There is no satisfaction except for the pay I get every month. Yes, I am complaining and whining, and it seems like this is what I do. Well this is how I feel, and this is just my own writing. I hope I would be successful enough soon in the future and feel embarrassed when I read this later.

I know no one helps you unless you have something they want. Well I am not hating or anything. I am just venting out what I am feeling at this moment and at this moment, I feel bleak.

I feel like everyone is a villain. Each with his own agenda, everyone wants to be happy so bad that we would kill of anyone standing in their way.

To what extent? What is the most pleasurable thing in this world and how long does it last?

A huge with some workers in it. Brightly lit and filled with facilities. Each face must smile when imagining it.

Though, will that really amount to lasting happiness?

It does feel a lot more secure and comfortable, so to speak. From the mind of a peasant, this seems like an ideal life. Not having to worry about the hateful thing called money.