I used to be such a morning person

I don’t know what happened

Currently sitting here with the scaldiest mush on me and I have no hope for happiness at this early hour. I remember a couple months ago I used to hop out of bed and be so enthusiastic and happy about the day ahead but now I couldn’t think of anything worse than having to face a human being when I wake up.

Now don’t get me wrong, after a coffee or 10 I’m flying! I’m a very perky person when I get on with the day, but in the mornings I hate any form of friendly communication. My friends hated staying over with me because the next morning I’d be flying along clattering them up out of the bed. Now I hate my old self for being like that because if anyone attempted to TRY be like that towards me in the mornings I’d be fucking livid.

And I know I’m not the only one that’s like this, I see about 20 people on my commute to work with a face like a smacked arse. I literally seen a fella going to school crying.. CRYING! on the bus. I’ve never felt such a mutual connection with someone in my life.

It’s only in the past couple months or so. I don’t know what happened! I don’t know whether I like saving my enthusiasm for later on in the day or whether it actually bothers me that I’m a cunt in the mornings but I should probably snap out of it. If I could sum myself up in a gif it has to be Snooki getting arrested. I’m actually a lovely person after 10 o’clock.


Any suggestions on how to be a happier human in the mornings hit me up, because Starbucks isn’t enough anymore.

Also, you should read 10 stages of being hungover in work to make it worse.



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