Usually when i got home i instantly open my laptop and surf for another 4 hours and fall asleep unsuccessfully at 1 or 2 am. Things like this goes for years.

Tonight, I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t even keen to go home. If I can skip work tomorrow, I will.

It feels worse you know, when it hits,

It just.. Worse.

I go home to empty room, just like what I asked. I like being alone and I build walls unreasonably high so no one can climb

But eventually i kinda let down and sad and broken cause apparently I made my own guns that constantly backfire.

I don’t even touch my bag now

I just let it on the door.

I think I want to go someplace out there but I drained my saving to rent a castle I’m living now.

I don’t know what to do with my life. I know where I want to be; I know, but days like this feel like; Exhausted.

I thought I work for something but none of this seems like real? Though it is real as fuck.

I just don’t feel like waking up tomorrow.

Work. I get to work.

This is one of those days where my motivation to wake up is as simple as fingerprint clock-in.

It just feel like nothing is right, you know?

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