New year, new bull

The first two days of the new years feel dreadful. Day by day this world becomes more displeasing to me. No surprise, really. People are becoming worse in every damn sense. Greedy, disrespectful, dishonest, self absorbed, destructive, antisocial. I'm guilty of the last one lately, but it has everything to do with the other negative traits people exhibit. 

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.