Sick of every detail that my life/reality consists of. Im sick of the people in my life, im sick of the house i live in, im sick of my job, im sick of the grass that grows on our front lawn, im sick of my computer, my country, my car everything. I wish i had a reset button, And started all over again in a different country, had a whole new life, different friends, different cars driving on the roads, different life style. I cant think of 1 detail of my life i dont want to let go of.
Although this is not a new feeling, alchohol has helped me cope, Now im sick of drinking. I feel like im lying to myself when i try to build a better life, I can get so far, But then just question it all. Is any of it real? Im just decieving myself. Im also sick of doing that. Even the shops around my house annoy me, Nothing doesnt annoy me. F*cken sundays, they always make me feel like this, Im sick of them too.
Obviously there is no reset button, Which leave 2 choices, live or die. Im too scared to die, So i feel stuck in this crap i call my life.