Its the same thing every day it seems like. Waking up to force myself through work just to enjoy the mediocrity of my life afterwards. I want to make something of myself but I don’t know where to start. It is so much easier to sit on instagram for two hours than to take the first step in being productive. On this app I’ll see people with incredible and wish I could be like them, only to keep scrolling. A lot of my time is taken up watching other people dress up and compete, while I suffer and rejoice with them. But what does that make me after everything is all said and done. I feel I’ve become complacent, forever waiting for the end of my sad life. If only I had a puropose, something to keep me going.