Monday

You have said enough. The tasteless words that flow from your mouth no longer interest me. Everything is happening different. We are in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t decide what is wrong or right. I can’t pretend like I’m happy anymore. I have woken from my dream and set foot into this unchangeable reality of life. Everyday is consistent and I’ve drawn weary of the upcoming day. When am I really even here. I feel numb. Just leave me here on the other side I’m sure Ill find my way back home. Wherever home is because that don’t even feel the same. My head is all fucked up, I think its Monday that got me feeling like this.