sick of everything, every day is exactly the same...
start: tired, afraid of coming actions, wanting to sleep longer, wanting to hide somewhere, wanting to escape
end: tired, afraid of coming tommorow, wanting to sleep, wanting to hide somewhere, wanting to escape
There aren't many things to wait for. Nothing important, nothing really great. All the good things have the consequence of preparing/ making/ thinking of things I'm scared of, things I hate or things that are smashing me.
hellyeah.
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i can't do anything, that i would be proud of.