I woke up today and guess what - everything is exactly the way it was yesterday. This is probably the most disappointing fact about my life. All I need to do in order to stir things up a bit is just to go out, interact with other human beings, maybe write a poem or a song, it is as simple as that. I know it would make me so happy if I executed one of these options, but some weird force coming from within prevents me from doing so by pinning my ass to the chair in front of my laptop. You might call it laziness but I think it is more than that - some kind of a weird auto-destructive notion. All that is left is hoping that I will pull my shit together and tomorrow will be different.