I give up.
I have no energy, no enthusiasm for anything. There's nothing to look forward to.
The only thing that keeps me going at all is inertia, habit. Otherwise I'd have no objections to lying down right now and just letting go, to cease life, to quit the struggle for survival.
I have nothing that I wake up each morning and say 'I can't wait for' or 'I'm looking forward to'.
People wonder why I go out and do the same things over and over again. So do I. My weekends are my escape. I can't afford to continuously be on chemicals (Who can?), but I spend my time listening to the music, and bouncing a bit. If I'm lucky, there's a few friends out, just for something different. As you'd expect, it's all getting way too much the same every time I go though.
What do you do when your escape isn't worth it anymore? The fun bit of my life isn't really all that fun anymore.
Inertia. Without it, you wouldn't see me again.