Dissapointed

i'm wasting my time again, doing stuff i really hate. there goes my life again. i'm slipping into my unhappy state. i want to be better than anything i've been before, and i only want to do stuff that i really want to do. looking at myself clearly i can see what i want to be, but my mind is always wandering off to get drowned occasionally. you think that i have learned but you're wrong, it's getting harder, because the situation is getting worse and i'm not getting any smarter. where is that rome you promised that i could climb? i paid my admission and now you won't let me ride. i'm sick of being disappointed and i'm so sick of being bored. i extended my love to you, instead you used your extension cord.