wake up

eat food

sit at the computer

power on

want to die

kill the pain with shooters

eat again

it all hurts

but it is what it is

can't write

hate my life

have to get past this

everyone's

always happy

why can't my own life be great?

trapped forever

in the lies

that i decided to create

bored, tired

self-loathing

if i could just stop being lazy

"how were your

holidays?"

they ask, well they went amazing