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?