I have done it again, another day, another day wasted, spent, developed on just barely existing and looking the screen, Sometimes i wish it wasnt like that, Another day i spent not talking to people, Another day i spent playing a mod no one cares about for a game thats half my age, Why is it so easy to come back to it i think, I think why it cant be the same for school, or work, why does everything else tire me and this doesnt, I havent worked a day in my life and i probably never will, I wonder if working is as easy as playing is to everyone but myself, I wonder if it would be as easy for myself too, i guess ill never know, I wonder why everything i do seriously leaves me so tired, why everything that seems worth doing seems to fry my brain if i try to do it consistently, Why is it easy to sit here and just be able to come back to it again and again, I dont think i ever learned how to live, I dont think i know how to survive, I dont know why, why am i so tired, Tired of everything, Tired of everything but my screen, I love my screen, I think the happiest time of my life was spent living in it, I thought after that that maybe this time i'd figure out how to be human, Prisoner complex, I only knew how to count days, and make days pass, Counting for the day this would be over, And it was And now it is, And i never learned anything else that counting, What am i waiting for?