Little Rain, Less Miserable.

Tonight, past midnight to be precise at boring Monday. After some breakdown of anger, sorrow and trace of tears ruins my perfectly tired-unwashed make up, I decide to wipe off that awful looking of myself. I start it from;

1. Typing Curse Words Filled With Loathed on (my so called pick up close friend) Instagram story.
2. Turn Off My Mobile Data.
3. Read a Happy and Lovely Feelings Story from Internet.
4. Steal A Glimpse Of Warm Feelings. Reward: Regain Consciousness.
5. Delete My Internet Ranting. Reason: Feel Less Miserable.
6. Thinking of Cleanse My Face or Not? — Well, I decided to clear them all ever since my mind might not be unstable sometimes but my face shall remain worth sight seeing. At very least, for my mirrors.
7. Feel A Bit Refresh At The Face, and by surprise the heart followed.
8. Last Step: Write This Things Done Here.

Those steps above kept me awake a little longer than I should, with a little rain as the back sound. Somehow, live feels less miserable than a couple times ago. Perhaps, my life shall be okay.

As a little rain on several chilly nights that feels so serene rather than downpour at one time, a little rants less suffocating than a pile of unspoken stress. Then both me and you could live less miserable even more under these rains.