Eye Strain, Tortured Life, and All That Crap

Woke up feeling so damn woozy. I would never get enough sleep. As always, I want to just stay in bed and bury myself under my pillows. But no, I have to get up. Have to go to work. Have to earn some dough to support myself. Have to meet my ever dearest "best friend" and enjoy 9 solid hours of torture and incessant reminders of how messed up my life is.

P.S.I.

One of the things that I hate is the interference that someone does to my life and the things I do. I just can't get it as to why someone just loves to monitor my every move, expecting for me to commit some stupid mistake or better yet, a deliberate rule-breaking. Can't move, can't breathe, can't live without their permission. Always under their control, assuming that I'm a stupid, careless, good-for-nothing schmuck. Well maybe I am, but the way I do things is no one's business. I make mistakes, I'm not perfect, I'm not an angel, I'm a rule-breaker but I know my limits...But does that mean that I have to be placed in an isolated virtual aquarium for everyone to watch my every move and dictate what they want me to do? Jeez. And when I'm in the mood to ask some questions most of the things that I would receive are not the answers but the mere taunts and sarcastic remarks that I apparently don't even need. Is it a sin for me to enjoy some simple things in life? Because it seems that someone would always do me in and cease every short pleasure I have in my measly life. Is it my fault that I am enjoying and that somebody is not and that somebody will turn into a self-proclaimed god who will keep an eye on me and will be so determined to make my life more of a hell that it already is? Get a grip.

Acedia

Sloth.

The deadly sin that predominates my system.