Every single morning I struggle to get out of bed. I re-set my alarm clock to a time too close to my deadline. Once I get up, I still can't find the focus to simply put my pants on.
When I still lived with my parents, I used to awake two hours early, & have plenty of coffee to actually sustain sanity.
I hate this state of mind in which I live in. Every idea is a fleeting thing; even smiling can't come as honestly as it once could. I have to go find my house keys now.