isn't life a big bore

i wake up every morning realizing it will probably be the same go around, again and again. i wonder how the world, all of humanity can keep living as if everything is okay. as if each day isn't like the rest in some way or another. we wait for good times while wrestling with the bad. we bask in the good ones while knowing there will be one hell of a bad one soon. good and bad. fake, ugly, and evil. i swear boredom will make this girl go fucking nuts. insane. insanity will be the end of me.