I'm going on living my life.
Theres nothing I can do about my current condition any way.
All I can do is live my life and wait for tomarrow to come.
It's the same thing over and over again.
The same routine.
I see the same people, places, faces, Im just so sick of it.
Even over the weekends I'm forced to do the same thing.
First I wake up to find my parents still sleeping so I sit and day-dream.
After about an hour of that I'm put to work on breakfast.
Then my parents try a sorry exuse to make me happy.
Then there's Sunday.
Thats when I call all my friends.
They say,"Oh yeah... Well we'll see each other next weekend I promise."
They dont mean it.
I know I'll be doing the same thing next weekend.
Then monday I go do it all over again...
Oh joy.
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