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I don't understand myself sometimes. I would consider myself to be a pretty busy person, always doing this or that. Lately, whenever I am super busy, I always wish I wasn't doing anything. Yet, here I sit with nothing to do and I wish there was something to do. Where is the equilirium? I mean, there are things to do like calculus or stare at a tv, but those aren't worthy of my time. Maybe that's just it. I guess I am busy with things that I'd rather not be doing (school, band, work). Maybe I'd still like to be busy, just doing other things? I am beginning to believe that you guys (friends, wait there aren't any) intentionally plan things knowing that I am busy. Apathy has also overtaken my body. As my boy John Mayer would say, "Numb is the new deep" and I could seriously could careless about most everything. I believe anyone who is in Calc BC with me would agree. This brutal mix of apathy with boredom has put me into a funk. Someone please figure me out, fast.