So here i am, Waking up at 6am work from 7-4, arrive home at 5, clean the house, make food 8pm hits the clock and now i’m just here in bed watching tv about to do the same thing until friday, then saturday hits, wich i’m tired from the week I’m supposed to do chores and go out to do important stuff… but fuck that i’m to tired right? Well Sunday hits, what a nice day to go to the beach, a bar, or just out with my family… well no fuck that I work tomorrow and i don’t want to go tired tomorrow… well, that’s my life… for the next 45 years… i think it’s better to be dead.