Is There Any Better Place For Me?

Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy,  lol, not really. As a normal person, I feel shitty whenever I woke up from my dream, my dream that always gives me what I want. A sudden relief when I see my wife's face. Like ordinary man, I feel so regret in each morning because I didn't sleep early on the night before. With dizzy head, eyes barely open, I grab my towel and head straight to the bathroom. To be honest, that is not the best condition for anyone to face a pack schedule of classes starting 8 a.m till 6 p.m.

Start my day battling with coldness against the water. Won the fight and feels like I'm the hero of the day. Watching my daughter in her walker, observing my wife while she's getting ready for work, aaaahhh, what a life. Thinking about what to eat for breakfast while getting ready for class. Kiss my daughter before my wife send her to the babysitter. Send my wife to her work place. Have a couple of kisses and drive away to my college. No heavy traffic jam. Michael Buble's songs on the player. What a kick-start for a day.

Everything seems going to be well till the end of the day. There is nothing negative in my mind until, I reached my college and meet up a bunch of poseurs to life. Not all of them, but still, they practice the quote 'quality is better than quantity' and they master about it so well. The same person who had all the hates in the world, talking and yelling to me about someone's bad, cursing with foul languages, kicking tables and chairs yesterday, seems to be the closest friend to the person that he used to hate, like when? Yesterday? You must be fucking kidding me. It's barely 24 hours yet and now you're laughing with him, pretend to be like you are the best friend that he ever had? Seriously, in front of me? You could get an award with all the dramas you've played. No doubt about it.

I try to not pay a single attention but I swear to god, they breed! Now they mastered both qualities and quantities. So I speak up what I had in mind and turns out, everyone hates me. Now I'm confused. Is it acceptable for someone to be hypocrite in this world? Is it the only way to survive in this world so that people will 'love' you? Was I wrong for all the time? If it is true, then someone please find a better place for me to stay. I would rather being hated by all people than to let hypocrite slowly eats my soul.

At the moment like this I wish I could spent my time with my daughter all day. I wish I could stare into my wife's eyes forever because I know whatever happens to me, I still have 2 wonderful girls that will always love me no matter who I am, what I am. So screw you, fakers! Search for your soul deep inside of you. Be true, be you.