Boredom.
While one part of me want to move another simply can't reponse it. Inertia has become part of me. As the days go, more and more my body stays immobile. My inner fights with my body in a will of go and stay.
My mood again has turning to a cold face, and I know soon it'll begin to bother. Myself and my life in the whole. I got used to it. And my, how could I say, 'selfish' thought of 'don't care a fuck' to all it makes it all a bit dificult to solve.

It all doesn't make any sense. How the world is fool and how life is useless.