I just don't know what I should do anymore. >Wake up

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I just don't know what I should do anymore.

>Wake up
>Be me
>Breathe in through my nostrils and exhale through my mouth. The air is sweet like a fruit in the heat.
>Go down the stairs towards the kitchen so that i may dine with my lonesome thoughts over a hearty breakfast of whatever I have.
(Inner monologue) god i hope I do have something good in.
>See that there is only cooking chocolate and old milk, old dead milk so dead intact that new life was born out of it through the bacterial colonies colonising the milk.
(Inner monologue) sooo it's gonna be one of them days eh? Well waste not want not.
>Pucker myself up and drink a slurp of that rotten milk host to lumps with a chocolate side.
(Inner monologue) should not of done that but i needed the calories
>Only actually managed 4-5 swigs before my body warns me of its ill feeling of ailment.
>See time and rush to the footpath as though a tiger was running towards an invading gorilla
(Inner monologue) I sure hope I'm not late for class
>That was when i noticed the person that would shape these coming months. They were holding conversation with a jock perhaps with an intelect bested by a rock. I could not stand for this as she looked a bit uncomfortable as she laughed nervously probably in fear.

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