Play it again

Everyday it is the same thing, get up go through my day, spend time with my daughter and my fiancée, occasionally talk to the few friends I have, clean or do school work. Sometimes I spend my spare time checking SP or Facebook which isn’t so bad but I swear it’s like a broken record playing through the same section of the same song and skipping in the same places everyday. I hate it. I wish it would change. Then I play it again. Every day. I don’t know why. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I’m a masochist. Not in a physical sense but emotionally. Maybe I unknowingly enjoy this pain, maybe that is why I keep playing that record every day. Thinking tomorrow it could all be gone.