The Morning of the Semifinals
When I woke up, I was already feeling melancholic.
It felt similar to a weekday mood when I'd go to work and come back repeatedly.
It was an indescribable feeling. What is this, I wonder?
Perhaps everyone has felt this way on a morning before.
What's interesting is that I didn't feel this way when I went to bed. If anything, I felt uncharacteristically optimistic.
I don't want to feel this way, and I don't want to fall asleep if I can help it, but the human body isn't designed that well.
I think emotions like this are poisonous to humans, yet the body and brain demand sleep. That's definitely strange.
So there I was, thinking pointless thoughts from the moment I woke up, but this is actually my way of escaping reality, crude as that may sound.
When it comes to fun, happy emotions I can just let my body take over, but with negative emotions that I don't like, I try to look at them objectively.