give me anything but monotony
I really do feel monotony and death to be nearly the same. I just can’t seem to handle the typical, normal existence of just b e i n g. It makes me want to scream into my pillow for hours, drive until I’m lost, or book a flight to Hong Kong. Anything but spend another day wittling away at a repetitive, yet endless to-do list. So, maybe I’m just a baby and need to wake up to...