It`s tedium.
Every day looks like the day before.
And when I make an attempt to change smth I regret `bout it.
...Is it my nature?
Sometimes I want to break and destroy one man with a crash. I know how to do it.
And everytime I keep from it.
And I regret `bout it too.
*hmph*
I have to turn on the light in my shadow of consciousness.