Every Day

I go to the bus stop every day, greet my friends, go to school, wait for the class to start, do my work, go to lunch, grab an extra milk bag, buy extra lunch, and talk with friends if they want to acknowledge me or not, go to class again, get dropped off at the bus stop again, walk home while talking with friends, get home and finally, lay in my bed.

My life is pretty easy but every time I touch that bed, every time I'm not actively doing something my mind will drift.

I'm utterly miserable and I've been for a while.

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