Reasons Why I am Bored, Honestly
My computer is fucked up. The mouse doesn't click properly. Everything loads so slowly. And everytime I'm using the internet, an exasperating number of spyware SOMEHOW end up in my computer and I don't even download anything.
My camera is broken. It turns on but all I see is black. If I take a picture, only blackness is visible. I have no idea how the hell it ended up that way; I never dropped it or anything, all I know is that after I had recharged its damn battery, everything was all black when I turned it on.
My guitar has no strap. So if I were to jam with anybody, I'd have to be playing sitting down. But then again, I have no one to jam with. Playing songs by yourself loses its fun after, oh, say playing alone since you first learned how to play????
The bolts that are keeping my skateboard together are all rusted. I have a feeling that this baby is gonna snap soon. And I have no safety gear because nothing ever fits me. My head is too big, my legs are too fat for knee pads, and do I really want to spend 40 bucks on good-enough wrist guards or 20 bucks on less-than-protective ones?
The flowers I planted in my garden are coming up pretty nicely, though some of the sweet peas refuses to be planted and the seeds come up into the open, and doesn't bloom. I know that CO2 is good for them, but I am not going to spend the whole day talking to inanimate plants outside. No.
I have no pets. Mum is not a huge fan of animals.
I'm too old for dolls...plus, I don't even know where they exactly are. But I do know that Mum donated a whole bunch of my old toys and clothes to charity a while ago...
So I'm denied happiness from materials. But also:
Everybody has at least one person to turn to. I used to turn to someone, but she's too busy with her own life, let alone does she even think about me in her spare time(s). So I don't go to her anymore. Only started doing that recently, though.
Nothing has changed since last year, nor the year before, and before, and before, and before...
My camera is broken. It turns on but all I see is black. If I take a picture, only blackness is visible. I have no idea how the hell it ended up that way; I never dropped it or anything, all I know is that after I had recharged its damn battery, everything was all black when I turned it on.
My guitar has no strap. So if I were to jam with anybody, I'd have to be playing sitting down. But then again, I have no one to jam with. Playing songs by yourself loses its fun after, oh, say playing alone since you first learned how to play????
The bolts that are keeping my skateboard together are all rusted. I have a feeling that this baby is gonna snap soon. And I have no safety gear because nothing ever fits me. My head is too big, my legs are too fat for knee pads, and do I really want to spend 40 bucks on good-enough wrist guards or 20 bucks on less-than-protective ones?
The flowers I planted in my garden are coming up pretty nicely, though some of the sweet peas refuses to be planted and the seeds come up into the open, and doesn't bloom. I know that CO2 is good for them, but I am not going to spend the whole day talking to inanimate plants outside. No.
I have no pets. Mum is not a huge fan of animals.
I'm too old for dolls...plus, I don't even know where they exactly are. But I do know that Mum donated a whole bunch of my old toys and clothes to charity a while ago...
So I'm denied happiness from materials. But also:
Everybody has at least one person to turn to. I used to turn to someone, but she's too busy with her own life, let alone does she even think about me in her spare time(s). So I don't go to her anymore. Only started doing that recently, though.
Nothing has changed since last year, nor the year before, and before, and before, and before...