The monotony of commonplaceness

I fear to get up in the morning, I fear the day.  Every day in the morning I fear to unlock eyes from morning tawilinght's fear.  I don't know completely what to do with the coming day.  Well I can not. Shit... Supposedly I have some duties, but emptiness. As generality didn't have value if I would get up or I won't get up if I will do something or I won't do. Fuck... Hygiene, food, work, food, work, smoking, powders, dream.  Fucking shit.