It's one of those nights when I feel like I'm the only one awake. Even all my online buddies are in bed and fast asleep. After all it is early sunday morning. But days have no meanings to me anymore really. I sleep till I awake and then trudge to work where I sit at my desk for 8 hrs and then I am here till the morning. It's become a routine. On my days off I sleep even later and then skulk around my house till the next day. I then start it all over again. In some viscious cycle. I've become bored of the outside world, and keep to myself. People enrage me, and only make me bitter. I've discovered Jazz, and it's become what makes me move or not move for that matter. I miss life and all that i never did with it. I miss wasting it.