I Hate Waking Up

i’m so sick of waking up, staring at the ceiling, smoking weed, making a song… or beat or whatever. expecting to live up to some crazy world order that some white guy made up. do you know how tedious it is to ignore the fact that i genuinely hate life, and i think it’s the worst thing to ever happen to someone? What are you talking about? What is the point on trying to tell me these things? You know they have the systems for a reason. They work. right, i guess i should grow out of it or something. Or… You could try and reflect your thoughts into this! I made it for you. Write your bullshit thoughts no one cares about! this is ridiculous. didn’t you start this whole thing?