My friends in me time.
Days are pathetic. Days are wonderful. Days are memorable. Days are perpetually ruining my mood. Days are continuously stimulating my gratitude. Days are mine.
The brunt of being lonely is realizing that you could never live alone. Loneliness devastates your fresh-minded. I try to avoid cluttering my mind with nonessentials. But it doesn’t work if I don’t involve my coping mechanism of stress. Believe me then. Being a resentful person is enormously annoying. So. Keep adjusting on your days. No matter what it feels.
Nevertheless. I’ve already found my coping mechanism of stress. And here they are. My books. Friend in need is a friend in deep. They bring me disappointment scarcely.