I got bored with this.

Here I am again.  It's Groundhog Day... every day like the next with minor insignificant variations.  I want a different life but I lost the will to try to change things anymore.  Somehow, I ended up at the ripe old age of 47 and have nothing to show of my existence.  I barely remember or have anything to say about the past 25 years.  I have settled for, at best, a life of mediocrity.  I have tried to change things and do things differently, but when it becomes difficult, I question my motifs and wonder what's the point.  Is any effort worth it?  What am I hoping to gain.  Most days, I just want everything to be over.