the time of day

It's funny how time can pass so quickly and feel like an eternity all at once. Look once, it's two, look again, it's five thirty-six in the morning. All this while, though, all I can think of is how time moves so slowly while it erodes me. Was I always this weak? Possibly. But it never occured to me to show it. And why would I? Sounds like a dumb thing to do, no matter how you look at it.

This life, it tires me. I woke up today, and I sluggishly carried myself through the day, and yesterday was a disaster, the fool that is me lived through it and he does not know why. This life, it really tires me. It tires me right down to my bones and I can feel it coming, the wave of boredom and meaninglessness that will one day drive me insane. So tired and so bored and so wasted on this stupid life. This is just unadulterated bullshit.