Coffee Monologue
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I will be happy,
And so will you.
The irritation raged inside my head. It really sucks when you wake on the wrong side of the bed. Well, that’s what’s happening to me. That’s my life. And my life won't change in any way. Nobody can change my life. Not even me. Here’s a sample of my pain: “OWWWWWWW” If that was only a portion of my pain, how could I hold it in? You’ll learn. Everything helps when you learn. Even learning how to drink coffee can help you learn. Oops. I just told you how I hold it in. Coffee. Coffee is the best way to stay awake, have faster digestion and also poop better. Okay, maybe the last …show more content…
one sounds terrible, but that’s how I live. But what did it to me?
Okay, here are the facts:
I’m a kid
I'm a useless kid
I'm a useless kid who found a book under my bed ten years ago
I'm eleven years old
I live in a special home
And I never go to peace treaties
Sounds bad enough, eh? Wait, there's more! When I was 7 years old, I got stung on my arm, by a “special” bug, called the Tarantula Hawk. What I didn't know was that my arm kept becoming paralyzed 5 minutes a day, and I kept shrieking in pain every time I got the pain. Now the pain embiggens by the second and any minute, I can become paralyzed for 5 minutes. So I use Coffee to refrain myself from getting more pain. Wait … I forgot to tell you that I went to multiple schools and kept on shrieking on everyone, in all of them until this one. So that basically makes me an eleven-year-old criminal. An eleven-year-old criminal. ( And if you think I am actually a criminal I am not) An eleven-year-old magical criminal that can make Santa put myself on the naughty list. I have a fun fact for you all, never drink coffee when you don’t need it.
You know why? I don’t know either. Because I can't tell you all of the details, because even I can't remember. Whenever I DO drink it, I trace the word “stop” in the air and tap it, so it zooms in me and stops myself from becoming irritating. Enough of the internal conflicts.
Time to tell you about my modern life status, from none to overdose SO much that I might irritate the reader more.
Sleep: very little
Eating: very little
Happy: overdose SO much that I might irritate the reader more more.
Sleep deprivation: a ton
Internal conflicts: cause of the irritation
Irritation: very often
Chance of killing myself: lower than everyone/everything in the world, even more than atomic bombs over Hiroshima
Having fun: none
Staying in a bright, dry room: always Wait … my internal senses sense something. Something bad. Something bad … like a irritation! I drew the words “think of your happiest moment” but guess what I have a few moments but they are not as happy as yours. (Yeah, you reader … actually whoever you are). Anyways you won’t like the story I will tell you, because I am awesome (just kidding). I was always a kid who wanted to be good at something, a person who would help poor people or rich. But I couldn’t help anyone because I was useless (you would have already known this if you were PAYING ATTENTION). I would go around asking if someone needed help but no one take it.
“Do you need any help with anything?”, I asked sheepishly
“No, I don’t, just get lost” said the random
guy. So I just walked around asking for help all my life but no one needed it. So, that day I went home numb. The End
So you now understand my life, good and even if you still don’t know, good. My life will be happy only if there is enlightenment in my life and guess what, I have one right now:
“ Oh, hi mom, how are you doing?” I said with enlightenment
“ I am doing good. How are you” Asked my mom “Great” I said happily
So now you all know I am almost half the time really happy so good night and be happy, oh wait it’s not night time. Man, that’s stupid, why can’t it be nighttime, I love nighttime( only because I don’t have to tell you this stupid story)but it isn’t, so I will have to tell you the best story you have ever heard, a tarantula hawk sting right now.
I was walking around on soft mud with my friends, Tanishk and Shrikar. Shrikar is 9 years old and Tanishk is 7 years old. We all walked around and ran around like it was a sports game. We started looking for some sticks that would be perfect to light a fire. But we realized that we need dry leaves to light up a fire using my glasses. We looked around for them until Shrikar yelled, “There are a few dry leaves here haddukiduda
Violets are blue,
I will be happy,
And so will you.
The irritation raged inside my head. It really sucks when you wake on the wrong side of the bed. Well, that’s what’s happening to me. That’s my life. And my life won't change in any way. Nobody can change my life. Not even me. Here’s a sample of my pain: “OWWWWWWW” If that was only a portion of my pain, how could I hold it in? You’ll learn. Everything helps when you learn. Even learning how to drink coffee can help you learn. Oops. I just told you how I hold it in. Coffee. Coffee is the best way to stay awake, have faster digestion and also poop better. Okay, maybe the last …show more content…
one sounds terrible, but that’s how I live. But what did it to me?
Okay, here are the facts:
I’m a kid
I'm a useless kid
I'm a useless kid who found a book under my bed ten years ago
I'm eleven years old
I live in a special home
And I never go to peace treaties
Sounds bad enough, eh? Wait, there's more! When I was 7 years old, I got stung on my arm, by a “special” bug, called the Tarantula Hawk. What I didn't know was that my arm kept becoming paralyzed 5 minutes a day, and I kept shrieking in pain every time I got the pain. Now the pain embiggens by the second and any minute, I can become paralyzed for 5 minutes. So I use Coffee to refrain myself from getting more pain. Wait … I forgot to tell you that I went to multiple schools and kept on shrieking on everyone, in all of them until this one. So that basically makes me an eleven-year-old criminal. An eleven-year-old criminal. ( And if you think I am actually a criminal I am not) An eleven-year-old magical criminal that can make Santa put myself on the naughty list. I have a fun fact for you all, never drink coffee when you don’t need it.
You know why? I don’t know either. Because I can't tell you all of the details, because even I can't remember. Whenever I DO drink it, I trace the word “stop” in the air and tap it, so it zooms in me and stops myself from becoming irritating. Enough of the internal conflicts.
Time to tell you about my modern life status, from none to overdose SO much that I might irritate the reader more.
Sleep: very little
Eating: very little
Happy: overdose SO much that I might irritate the reader more more.
Sleep deprivation: a ton
Internal conflicts: cause of the irritation
Irritation: very often
Chance of killing myself: lower than everyone/everything in the world, even more than atomic bombs over Hiroshima
Having fun: none
Staying in a bright, dry room: always Wait … my internal senses sense something. Something bad. Something bad … like a irritation! I drew the words “think of your happiest moment” but guess what I have a few moments but they are not as happy as yours. (Yeah, you reader … actually whoever you are). Anyways you won’t like the story I will tell you, because I am awesome (just kidding). I was always a kid who wanted to be good at something, a person who would help poor people or rich. But I couldn’t help anyone because I was useless (you would have already known this if you were PAYING ATTENTION). I would go around asking if someone needed help but no one take it.
“Do you need any help with anything?”, I asked sheepishly
“No, I don’t, just get lost” said the random
guy. So I just walked around asking for help all my life but no one needed it. So, that day I went home numb. The End
So you now understand my life, good and even if you still don’t know, good. My life will be happy only if there is enlightenment in my life and guess what, I have one right now:
“ Oh, hi mom, how are you doing?” I said with enlightenment
“ I am doing good. How are you” Asked my mom “Great” I said happily
So now you all know I am almost half the time really happy so good night and be happy, oh wait it’s not night time. Man, that’s stupid, why can’t it be nighttime, I love nighttime( only because I don’t have to tell you this stupid story)but it isn’t, so I will have to tell you the best story you have ever heard, a tarantula hawk sting right now.
I was walking around on soft mud with my friends, Tanishk and Shrikar. Shrikar is 9 years old and Tanishk is 7 years old. We all walked around and ran around like it was a sports game. We started looking for some sticks that would be perfect to light a fire. But we realized that we need dry leaves to light up a fire using my glasses. We looked around for them until Shrikar yelled, “There are a few dry leaves here haddukiduda