Good morning

It is not really good morning.
I hate every morning.

When I wake up, I gradually realize where I am and why I am here.
I start to realize what I lost in my life which never come back.

I think I have lived this more than five years now,
I think I was not happy in the morning even when I was a child because of my
low blood presser.
So every morning, I put some effort to make me happy.
I need to listen my favourite music and I take worm bath with my favourite fruit tea.