I'm in a hard place lately.
Work is relentless and only getting rougher, and all i really do otherwise is sleep.

What's the point again?
What am i working towards?
It used to be a degree, when i felt lost.
Now i feel like i've hit a dead end on the journey and it's tough deciding if it's even worth it.

As miserable as i was, i miss those years.
At least i got to be miserable with people, even if they didn't really like me that much.
Even if i was a dumbass.
Because at least i could tell myself i'd meet someone one day, or have something to look forward to.

Well, I did my best, i bought the only dream i was sold and boy do i have buyers remorse.

Sorry for the moodkiller.
Seems to be my specialty.