Mechanic life

Just look at me.. sitting on this fuckin chair, listening to avril lavigne and trying to understand how to implement stacks and queues on c. ¬¬
all this on a SUNNY and BEAUTIFUL SUNDAY.
The day I should be having some kind of fun. Or maybe I'm just the kind of person that the guy in the book I'm reading said: 'you like to feel down, because it's easy to make people feel sorry for you.. it's easier than have a great future.. you like to complain about life and do nothing to make it better..'

maybe I'm like this, maybe not. I don't know what I'm doing anymore.. everything is mechanic: sleeping, waking up, going to work, have lunch, go back to work, go to college, go home, take a shower, sleep again.
I don't think anymore to do any of this stuff... it's automated. Is this a good thing? It should be, so I could use the time I'm not thinking, to think about something else, right?

Truth is, I don't know if I can handle this anymore.. I always thought that robots were awesome, until I became one.
It's not awesome. Actually, it sucks! One day, I'm gonna wake up without a boyfriend, ugly, fat, depressed, alone. So, that makes me think, wtf am I doing now?

Sorry about the words, I'm just tired and stressed. I promess, my next post will be nice.

E.