My bed pulls me when I try to get up, every single morning... Waking up feeling miserable every day is becoming the standard in my life. Never well rested, never happy, never hopeful. The first thing I usually hear is crying or complaining. Sometimes a combination of both accompanied by shouting. I look out the window and it's dark, cold and wet most days. I want to cuddle up under a blanket, but then the guilt of not being productive creeps up on me. Feeling like a failure, a letdown, a useless being in a frantic, random world filled with negativity. Pointless.... Everything feels so damn pointless.
Never getting what I want, never succeeding. Bad news waiting around the corner constantly.
