where's the real deal?

I hate it when life become a bit repetive again.
That's what I hate.

It gives me time for my own brain again.
It made me stop thinking of the ever-changing circumstances it might be.

It's always the same, so that I got to stop thinking.

And I got to start thinking of something else.

That's when the something else is what's usually left.
And it stink.

It makes me sick, it makes me hate.
Sick of what happened, hate for what havent happen.

I thought I'm ready.

But u know u made me feel stupid.