we live on front porches and swing life away
I think I'm entering one of those "ruts". You know? Nothing seems horrible, but nothing seems good. I find myself staring into space thinking about random things, and not paying attention to any of my surroundings. I went to Sunrise this evening with Trevor while he dropped his paperwork off and I barely remember any of it. The other day we went for a drive out of town and I barely remember coming back. I just sit there. I have nothing to say. Half of the time I can't even remember what I'm thinking about. And when I do remember what I'm thinking about, it's not usually anything pleasant. I'm not entirely sure what to make of any of this. I'm hoping it's just a phase that will pass. Hopefully soon. You know how they say 'misery loves company'? Everything seems to be going so well for everyone else around me, and it's bad to say it, but it makes me sick. I'm so tired of hearing all of it. I try to make the best of out of situations, but nothing is working these days which is really frustrating. Anyways.
I spent my day playing with the dogs in the snow and playing nintendo. How productive. This snow is really bumming me out. I want to go out, but I hate snow so I don't want to go anywhere in this shit.
Ugh. I'm way too bitter to be writing in this journal. I don't want to look back on my journals and see how bitter I was. boo.