How did it become so hard for one to get up on morning? Where did we go wrong my foolish mind? Why does yesterday looks pretty much like the day before? And last week like the week before? And last year like the year before? I feel trapped in this chain of endless duplicates. Same day everday. I got tired of this "Groundhog Day". It's not fun, it never was. I can't help my mind from going down this slippery slope. I wish I can impress myself again like how I used to when I was a kid. I'm bounded by that sense of uncertainty towards everything. Came from nowhere, headed nowhere. It's just how I feel. "Well, try so and so". Guess what, I'm sick of trying fucked up ways, digging for something that isn't there. It's not easy waking up everyday waiting for the bedtime. Somebody stole my car radio and now I just set in silence.
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