Get Used To It

§0 §0 §0§l§nGet Used To It§0 §0 §0 §0§oText by Kjell Höglund§0 §0 §0§oTranslated by Kevalalajnen§0 §0 §0§oA Molniya Press Publication

You wake up every morning with horror in your chest§0 §0Can't eat, drink some coffee, take the bus§0 §0to work§0 §0Long, boring hours, meaningless clichés,§0 §0nobody opens up§0 §0You stare emptily and talk a bunch of shit and laugh a bit, but you get used to it.

The work you do feels meaningless, somebody else is profiting from it, no idea who that is.§0 §0You move your papers, pull your levers, get your money.§0 §0It feels stupid and idiotic§0 §0But you get used to it.

You get home at night, you've forgotten to close the window§0 §0The windowsill is dirty, the air is smoggy§0 §0You've forgotten to buy food, but you have no appetite anyway§0 §0You force feed yourself a sandwich or two§0 §0But you get used to it.

You take aspirin to combat the headache§0 §0You doze off in front of the TV§0 §0You're tired and go to bed§0 §0Your neighbour is arguing with his wife§0 §0Traffic is infinite§0 §0It's impossible to sleep§0 §0But you get used to it.§0 §0You have to get used to it.

The blankets twists themselves and gets damp from your sweat§0 §0The hours of the night are like rubber bands in the wait for sleep§0 §0And the alarm rings§0 §0Holy fuck, the pain§0 §0You drink some cold coffe from yesterday§0 §0Outside is cold and dark§0 §0You get used to it.

And Friday comes, after all§0 §0You drink without any cares§0 §0And by night comes the sorrow§0 §0You feel real when you cry§0 §0You buy some porn from a vending machine§0 §0You go home to masturbate§0 §0It feels pathetic§0 §0But you get used to it.