Tired, tired of waking up every day
Of spending the whole damn day sunk in the visoral inertia that consumes me
Looking at celebrities… singers, manga, books
Everything to fill this void a little, a little
But then the night comes,the night where I am alone with my computer
Crying quietly so no one hears me
My cat looks at me with pity
And I feel that I want the world to end here
That everything ends once and for all, without the need to commit suicide, you know?
I do not want that
But what other solution is there? the days are more and more the same
And I realize that nothing will change.