One day this chalk outline will circle this city.
God, life is boring sometimes. I'm so tired of everything I do that I can't really think of anything that would entertain me.
This mindstate pops up every week or so, and albeit a fleeting one it's starting to get rather annoying.
Is this the rest of my life?
This transitional period of waiting to see what will happen, is this not a constant until death?
The only alternative I can see is giving up everything, and just being happy for happiness sake, not thinking things through, not worrying about the future, just living.
My mind won't allow me to do that these days, and I'm stuck trying to occupy myself until tomorrow, when I'll be doing the exact same thing.
There must be something better...
It's not that I'm depressed or anything, I'm just fucking bored.
What happened to all the good times?
Will they come back?
:-/
This mindstate pops up every week or so, and albeit a fleeting one it's starting to get rather annoying.
Is this the rest of my life?
This transitional period of waiting to see what will happen, is this not a constant until death?
The only alternative I can see is giving up everything, and just being happy for happiness sake, not thinking things through, not worrying about the future, just living.
My mind won't allow me to do that these days, and I'm stuck trying to occupy myself until tomorrow, when I'll be doing the exact same thing.
There must be something better...
It's not that I'm depressed or anything, I'm just fucking bored.
What happened to all the good times?
Will they come back?
:-/