I don’t like waking up in the morning.
Well, not “that” kind of morrning when it’s still dark and the air is so cold, too cold for me to bear until I just snuggle deep in my blanket and do nothing.
I mean… I know that waking up in the morning is a healthy habit, but I don’t know, waking up in that kind of morning making me so blank. I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to do anything.
I just woke up this morning at 4 AM, when the sky was still in a pitch black, the air that I breath was so cold in my nosetrils, and there’s nothing fun to watch. I watched “Matilda” patiently in the sofa eventhough I knew the storyline and I kinda hate that movie (well… it’s too surreal for me, and somehow they made some characthers so stupid I can’t bear it). I was too lazy to eat a proper breakfast, did an exercise, or continued to read my novels. I love drawing but I was too lazy to pick up my drawing pad.
It’s not that I’m lazy… it’s just… I don’t like this kind of morning. I love the kind of morning when the sun is rising and spreading bright layers of oranges. The morning is so beautiful at that moment, so energetic, so happy….
This kind of morning the moment I wrote this journal was too gloomy, making me feel drained the moment I woke up, and my head hurt
Maybe I have to decide that I should wake up everyday at 6 AM. It’s a perfect time for a perfect morning. That will do…