Tired.

In the middle of it all, you somehow just get tired. You somehow just get tired of waking up in the morning and reminding yourself to have faith in people while the watercooler sputters out hot liquid to your milo cup; the only magic you get every day. You somehow just get tired of watching the same set of trees and houses and field through your pair of contact lenses while you go to the same dull place you go to everyday to meet the same set of nameless and faceless people. You somehow just get tired of trying to have faith in these nameless and faceless people that share the same air as you because by the time you're ready to go home, you're once again reminded why you never liked these nameless and faceless people in the first place. You somehow just get tired of the recurring realization that everything happening around you is fucked up and the grueling thought that there's nothing you can do about it.

That in the end, the only person you actually get tired of, is the same person you have been avoiding to remember all these whiles.