Introduction into Mary's bumblefuck

One of the hardest parts in this life is the moment of taking a decision. Fuck i hate it…
How will i ever know if I made the right choice…took the right way…how this will affect me and the others …there SOOOO many options…maybe they’re too many, maybe this huge pile of options cut down my breath and I’d better hedge it to the less possible…yeah…more oxygen to think now…
but will I be comfortable?
Is it gonna be alright?
What if I regret it later?
What if I change my mind on the way?
What if I overreact on the importance of it?
WHY IS IT ME WHO HAS TO DO THIS???
Uffffffff…this is what goes through my mind every fucking morning after the shower:
what am I gonna wear today, Lord?

Morning motivation

I check myself in the mirror and love to see the same wicked smile as of every morning.
I enjoy this.
I see many thoughts losing track.
I see ideas…mostly bad ideas…rush, impulsivity, fury, fire put off by water but still holding on…to tears, stench of mint, I see a naked body smelling terribly of morning…I see…I see an arm and a toothbrush with some white creamy kinda stuff on it, well…almost gross. Hell yeah.
But it’s just me brushing my teeth. This is another day of all the days remaining. But I like it. Stupidly, I see more than just a habit, this is my every day’s ritual.
I love brushing my teeth naked! …and the smell of fresh perfumed skin on an intelligent guy.