My life falls in exactly the same places every single day. I wake up, I have breakfast, I get ready for the day, I do homework, I go to class, I come back from class--if it's not the weekend or my day off--I do more homework (or absolutely nothing at all), and then I go to sleep.
This life has got the best of me.
Sometimes it feels like I'm just here to take up space. Like, God needed to fill up his quota of people so he just spit me out into the world. Sometimes I feel like I was "spit out" at the wrong time, too. That analogy makes no sense scientifically, but it works (I guess).
I hate this feeling and when I try and explain it, I come across like a depressed fool.