Repulsion.

Like a bad hair day when everything you do just never turn out right and you are absolutely clueless what could possibly be so wrong with your hair that you feel like you're constantly isolated from the car full of people who love you, whether the love comes from reality or your imaginary roommate. Errr hello?? I am right here in my yellow poncho shining brighter than Rihanna's diamond, come love me!

Or like those happy people who have crappy day but decide to listen to happy songs and be happy, except that trick doesn't work on everyone, because I'm a freaking Adele song. Not able to move on so quickly, I always sit down and analyze every single crap that I get until they have absolutely no meaning left, until I grieve the shit out of it until the time lord decides to spare my pain and erase the memory slowly and I would scream," Stop, there is still a little portion I haven't mourned yet!"

I would say, so raw, like a new born nerve. Your senses have become more sensitive, you think ALLLLL Taylor Swift's songs are about you, "I'm all cool, I don't give a shit if you think we are never getting back together, like ever!"

But still, when the sun shines through your window early in the morning no matter how unwilling you are to leave your bed which happen to love you reciprocally,the minute you walk out of your room in your new blue jeans, inhaling the cold morning air, you can feel it, the ambition of wanting to be perfect is back, regardless the sweaty desperation to write a good morning text with combination of humour, confidence, intelligence, charm, after your 73 attempts.

Until something break you down again..