For me, time seems to move so slowly.
Every day seems to be a replay, or a copy of the previous one.
Tomorrow will yet be another repeat of today, and of yesterday.
I feel so impatient to see what's next, what comes after this.
I wonder if anything will ever change?  Will it always be like this,
always waiting for something new, something different?
It's very tiresome to wait, and it seems I'll be perpetually waiting.
They say, "Time flies when you're having fun."
But my time seems to be flying in slow motion.  Very slow motion.
I must not be having fun.  How very sad.