Yeah, i wake up early, but i wanna stay in bed. try to recall yesterday, things i did and what i said.
I didn't drink last night though my head feels pretty lame. it's kind of frustrating when every day turns out the same.
It doesn't matter what i do. if something happens the day before still shining through. it's turning out to be more than
I possibly can take. i think i break, i think i break. boredom, exhaustic, insignificance.
No matter which way i chose to go the patterns still is intact. it tends to get much worse, now i chose fiction over fact. at least then i don't have to be involved in things i don't care the least how the fuck they solved.