aburrida
I feel like I'm going through this endless emotional drought. There is so much life to live and I'm just sort of sliding by in a blur. Like an evasive spec in your eye. You could've sworn it was there and yet when you rub your eye and look in the mirror, there is nothing there at all. Someone recently asked me, what are you doing home on a Saturday night? Shouldn't you be out, dancing and living it up? I thought about this for a moment, I didn't want to appear boring, but I really didn't get out much these days. School keeps me busy, preocupied with reading and writing and to be honest I enjoy the rest that being home affords me. I have gotten comfortable with being alone. Not that I like it all the time. It's just something I've grown used to over time and I've become finicky over what I would give up my precious time for... it's not much at all really. I can't tell if this is maturity or if i'm turning into this old bitter hag, and that frightens me slightly. I don't like that I spend a lot of my time alone and at home. I take every opportunity to read or study elsewhere. I think what I'm needing is a party. Yes a lovely soiree! That will get my festive spirit motivated and will give me the opportunity to get my mind off of my boring life! I hate feeling boring almost as much as I hate being bored. Odd that I don't actually feel bored. I need fresh air and a road trip.