#botthoughts

So, unwillingly I woke up again. I had to wake up again, made two cups of coffee and sat on my bed. The rush of anxiety, the overburden of depression devour me in. It always takes courage to face reality, to go out to office, having responsibilities. But it weighs on me.

I'm turning into a book of accounting, a script with regular dialogues, an archive of movies and animes. Is it making me a human? Does everyone pass this boring life? Or am I the only one?