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         Life is a routine, as everyday I find myself to wake to the material made sunshine. Apathy brings me to feel heartless. I have no new plans, I have no new schedules, I’m just going to go through the same thing I did yesterday. Everything has been planned out for my future, if not by me, by my superiors.

         I find myself trying to make it easier for this routine to be done. To make it goon faster. Though it doesn’t seem to matter the speed I make it go, the same amount always seems to be finished by the end of the day.

         People around me don’t care so much, or maybe they just haven’t realized this routine they are destined to. We all believe one day we will break this routine and be free, but imagine, how many people have actually done that?

         Everyone has a routine.

         Everyday I take my pills, everyday I get dressed, everyday I talk to someone on the phone, everyday I sit on the couch, everyday I view my life as immature, everyday I do chores, everyday I view out my window and wonder, I wonder if there is a way out. To retrieve my heart again.

         This heartless feeling I have, I probably have lost it. Eventually I should recover it, but that will only happen once I look for it. I guess once my routine starts to collapse a little, I might be willing to find it.

         I don’t believe this is my destiny to collect the same amount of pleasure everyday. To only do the same things everyday. Not only that, I’ve been surprised to find me pessimistic. That hasn’t truly happened before for a very long time.

         I’m tired of the same blankets covering me for warmth at night, I’m tired of waking up at the exact same time, I’m tired of watching the time, I’m tired of getting bored, I’m tired of having work. I almost wish this could end.

         But as well in my eyes that this will end, I almost know it will stay forever. I fear I only will have slight changes to my routine. Never will it actually end. But as well as in between this, I’m still searching for my heart.

         Soon it should show up. My heart can’t be that dirty though stepped on. I hope no one stole it while it was missing, I hope it still lays there. At the place I must have left it. I’m left heartless without it.

         But once I get my heart back.

         I’m going to break yours.

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Posted by tarhead 2008-01-24 18:06:48 don't know what you expected, maybe I am slightly twisted - but the last line made me smile. gottafewtypos in there! liked it though! + Report this comment
Posted by Egoist 2008-01-24 18:12:22 .... Hey, thanks for the comment, yea the last line was suppose to make you smile, but I didn't feel as though it went with the story too well. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-01-24 18:28:08 .... Actually I agree with your reply to tarhead, it doesnt go well with the rest of the story. I liked this piece because I know a lot of people who can relate to the feeling of frustration with their mundane lives, and feel no escape is possible to happiness. The last line changes this too much, implies that the characters state of mind is the result of relationships troubles. + Report this comment
Posted by Egoist 2008-01-24 20:58:23 .... Originally, when I wrote this, I was having many relationship problems, and I guess that would've been the reason why I ended it with the line. Thanks for the comment, it made me think about my own piece. + Report this comment

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