Sometimes it's overwhelming to be living on a loop. 5:20 in the morning wake up, brush my tongue, have some water, a cigarette, bathroom and poop. Some FB, maybe some Tumblr, shower. Get dressed, cigarette and poop again. Brush my teeth, grab my charger, kiss on the forehead and out to work. Work for 8 hours, back in the car this time back home. Hi to the babies, cigarette, some drink...... Tv...... Drink.... Maybe some kitchen and tv again. Bae gets home, dinner and couch. 3 am to the bed.... 5:20 am alarm goes off and back at it again. Tons of ideas, stuff I want to do.... All die silent... Out of gas, motivation.... Out of love... I even bought some legos that I haven't opened. Paint for the bathroom that I haven't paint. Even some playdoh, driver apps that sounds like fun until I'm here. Stuck in this loophole that won't let me be. You were my gas... My drive to do something... To be better. And I feel that as we're getting distant... I'm getting way far from my self. I don't know who I am anymore, even get surprised when I show up in my days. I just wanna be me...
