Scrappy

“COMPLAIN”, they say all I do is complain, and sometimes when I think about it, I can't help but accept how true they are. So, if anyone passes through these obnoxious phrases of mine which may somehow lead to discomfort, here's a warning. I've tried my best to gather all the complaints, here. Believe me, save your time, just turn it down, and inhale productivity. Else, I shall start. With all due respect, I happen to be a very busy person. Busy might seem sarcastic when it's coming from a person like me. But anyway, I was busy, and I am busy with something that doesn’t quite signify the utilization of time on valuable out-turns. Neither did I had any time to stay at home nor to focus on my ambitions, and do something productive. But when the night took over, I had plenty of time on my bed, letting my thoughts graze on my head while desperately waiting for my long-lost friends; peace, and sleep. According to everyone, home is comfort. Home is where your hopes are