Somedays I don’t feel like waking up, scratch that most days I don’t feel like waking up. I just close my eyes and let my bed swallow me whole.
I keep begging the alarm clock five more minutes and let it turn into forty five minutes.
Yeah most days, I don’t feel like waking up. I hate routines, rules and conformity. Yet everyday that is what is expected of me if I dare do otherwise and speak my mind I am branded as crazy, weird, outcast, uncool, etc and instantly reprimanded on being different.
Oh and I dared do otherwise before that’s how I know, ever since I could formulate thoughts I been getting in trouble for them. That’s partially my fault I am a terrible liar and every time I speak it’s my unfiltered mind.
Oh and people hate honesty. It’s ugly. The more you lie the more friends and followers you have. Sick isn’t it?
If you didn’t figure it out by now, I am very angry.
But don’t get me wrong i’m not angry at someone in specific.
I am angry at everyone including myself.
Has anyone watched the Matrix? Well if you have it’s a total mind fuck.
Because if you really think about it (minus the sci-fi trapped in the matrix and powering robots.) We are all living in this lie, and most of us took the blue pill and we can’t see it, or maybe we do and we just pretend we don’t.
Including me, and it makes me mad, that i got so tired of being put down i do everything they ask of me.
Except for here. Yet i feel like I am in “1984”
Don’t you? Pick up a dystopian society book, watch the Matrix