MY FAVOURITE BAD DAY.

I’m a simple person really. I have 4 walls now. I like having no where to be, with everything to do. But I’m not ready to admit I like long walks along the beach, or candle lit dinners. Staring down Tyler Durden in the mirror on my spare time.

How come we are never in the same room?

A few months back I asked you how the fast life was.

You didn’t seem to have the time to write me back.

Saw you trying to catch your breath, crying in the rain.

I don’t want to say I told you so, since you knew it was coming.

You’re so tired.

And your back hurts.

Can I say I told you so yet?

We aren’t going backwards, we’re just re routing.

The nihilist in me is telling me not to care.

The sadistic twist in watching you squirm.

Act like you know, you would always say.

New to this, so here goes nothing.

Welcome back, the quiet life missed you.