I don’t think there’s enough coffee in the world for me to get through you EVERY DAMN WEEK!

This morning, my tenth alarm went off, I sub-consciously hit snooze and went back to snoring. I awoke an hour after that! Obviously I missed my usual train, which made me get a cab and travel in jam-packed traffic. All in all, I was late for work (not to mention, extremely exhausted). The minute I entered the office, I was asked if I wasn’t well or I’d suffered the death of a close one. Even after convincing them that I was fine, my blood-shot eyes and the dark circles underneath them said otherwise.

Scattered around me are endless empty cups of coffee and yet, I feel utterly tired.

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That’s when it hit me. I should write an open letter to you and here we are. Scattered around me are endless empty cups of coffee and yet, I feel utterly tired. I know this isn’t your fault. I know it was a bad idea to go out for a few drinks (which turned into a binge-drinking session) on a Sunday night. But let’s just face it; technically it is your fault. Only if I had a day after Sunday to relax!

Sunday has offered so many things to me. Things I’ve only been dreaming of! Endless Netflix sessions, numerous naps and falling asleep with a tub of ice-cream beside me! If only I could get two Sundays or a day in between you two.

I know none of this makes any sense.

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I know none of this makes any sense and you must probably be thinking I’m going crazy but that’s just how exhausted I am.

In closing, I don’t think this is working out anymore. I’ll get back to you again after killing that girl who just walked into office with so much energy and happiness it’s nauseating.

 

Sincerely,

Every Human Ever!



Author: Zainab Haji

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