Mar 13, 2007 00:00
And yet, I still wonder if there is any way to cure myself of this curse. I find myself bored with everything that happens, everything I do, (almost) everyone I talk to, and it seems no matter what I do, nothing is interesting anymore. Why, oh why can't something interesting happen for once? As I type this, I start to wonder exactly why I'm bothering to say this here. It's not like anyone reads my LJ entries besides me. So why put out a cry for help here? I don't know. I'm not sure I'll ever know. I'm also not sure just how to deal with this lack of interest I seem to be having. I want to get rid of it so badly that honestly, I wish I could go to sleep and just... well, dream. It's almost midnight, I have a 10 AM Class in the morning (I think it's writing, not sure though), and yet, I still sit here, complaining. Why? Why am I even typing this? Especially at this hour? Why do I think that anyone will bother to dig through this large wall of text and find what I'm actually saying? Why do I think out loud? Seriously, I should totally find some way to make things interesting. But, as enthusiastic about that as it sounds, it's surprisingly not likely for me to actually find something interesting. Why? I dunno, maybe because I tend to not really have initiative...
Well, I should draw this rant to a close. I need some sleep tonight, although I don't really see why...