could just be the wierd weather.
feeling generally drained and listless about life. the room cleaning didnt exactly energise me, but i might as well undertake a task that i dont particularly like when im feeling bleh anyway. the mood is unlikely to get any worse. now i still feel bleh, but with a vague sense of accomplishment.
i feel lonely, but not the kind of lonliness that anyone i know of can fill. when i think of calling someone, i cant think who i would want to see. i cant think what i would want to do. i dont want to have to contribute anything of substance to the interaction. i want to be entertained, but most of my friends require a bit more than that (this is normally a good thing). i dont really want to hang out with myself anymore because its boring me to death. somebody tell me a story.
wheres tiffany when i need her? oh yeah, berlin. fuck on two counts.
i feel lonely, but not the kind of lonliness that anyone i know of can fill. when i think of calling someone, i cant think who i would want to see. i cant think what i would want to do. i dont want to have to contribute anything of substance to the interaction. i want to be entertained, but most of my friends require a bit more than that (this is normally a good thing). i dont really want to hang out with myself anymore because its boring me to death. somebody tell me a story.
wheres tiffany when i need her? oh yeah, berlin. fuck on two counts.