The Day The Tomorrows Stopped Coming

"Tomorrow is a brand new day!" the little kid yelled. But little did he know that it there wasn't another brand new day. There would only be old days. Old used-up days void of energy and life. People forced to repeat their old days, never moving forward, always stuck in the days of their past. The boy couldn't even get depressed over this because he had never experienced depression in his past, only severe sadness when his dog died. So most days he had to repeat the ironic message he'd said the day it had all gone wrong: "Tomorrow is a brand new day!". People who had been ugly and angry their entire lives usually threw tomatoes at him or food scraps to try and make him stop. They never considered that he couldn't stop. None of them would ever be able to stop the way they were. They were forever locked in the loop of who they were the day the tomorrows stopped coming.