Sick and tired or just plain Fucking tired? I don't know...

I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of hoping things will change, the same fucking things that have needed to change for awhile. I'm tired of wishing in one hand, while holding out the other for shit to fall in place. The inevitable thing is, within 25 years of living I completely feel like I've lived every bad thing and good thing and special moment that'll ever happen and I could die without a god damn care right now. I feel I've already lost and gained everything I'm ever going to and the same circle of shit, I mean routine is all that is left to repeat the next 25 years. 25 years after that 25 years and the 25 years after that 25 years. It's all just going to play out the same eventually. I give the devil his dues though, he'll play the scenes differently and sometimes change a detail or two. However, the devil is in the detail. Always.