There are days

There are days I can't breathe.
And there are days that my brother stealing my Yakult is able to make me boil in rage and cry in frustration.
There are days when the day is fucked up right from the point I open my eyes till I close them.
There are days which seems good and stays well.
There are days I find myself looking back a year or two before, trying to recall what I could be doing then.
There are days I look back to five years before and the people I loved then, are no longer here with me anymore.
There are days I look towards my future & it seem so damn bleak.
And there are days I imagine myself to be successful and beautiful in future.

There are days.