Its going to be a long-tiring day again. Just like it was yesterday. Or day before.
Its been this way for quite sometime now. Everyday seems exactly like the other. Everything is so monotonous. I find no difference at all. Its just me and this world. No adventure. No nothing.
I dint even feel like waking up this morning. I wasnt sleepy. I was tired, fed-up and least interested in living another 24 hours the way i did yesterday- and the way i have been doing since last few months.
I feel sick. Mentally and emitionally. I know that the world has no fault- absolutely no fault- of its for my dreadful condition. Its me and only me to blame. I can try and be happy if I wish to. But now I have become used to this loneliness-this monotonous way of life. I am used to it and I fear another change.
So perhaps, i have no choice but to go and live this day. This long and tiring day.