Monday

I always think about the rest of my life on Mondays.

There's something about a Monday morning that makes me very optimistic. The truth is, I'm not very optimistic to begin with. Every Monday I wake up with a clean slate for the following week. I don't feel jaded, I don't feel angry and I'm not full of regrets.

This Monday does not seem unusual. Same old beginning of the week.

Same everything.

I don't know when my life became so monotonous, so often dead.

Work, school, school, work, insomnia, and sometimes sleep. Today will be a sometimes sleep day. Hopefully.