What are the costs of living a life of boredom?

The mundane monstrosity, that insights fear into most of us.

This paradigm that paralyzes me every night when I aim to go to sleep. Set that routine I always thought about. Instead I travel along the clock. Every single one is set differently in the room. No matter which I choose to devout myself in the honesty of how been I’ve habituating, none ever quite please me.