Is now what I'm referring to my life as. Seriously though this has been the worst 11 weeks of all time, and I'm not even sure if it's longer than that - my memories have melted into one long string of 4:00 in the afternoons. These are literally the only words I have to describe the never ending boredom and unbearable yet unavoidable self-analysis spawned from a life of complete nothingness. Alright too far yeah, basically I've just been doing nothing at all for weeks upon weeks while everyone else I know is out living it - this, coupled with frequent arguments and the realisation that my social circle is smaller than my own mother's, has consequently taken a toll on the old self-esteem. I just generally feel like shit and need to get out of this pattern. I wish I could move back to London sooner but sadly I have others' preferences to think about. I think I need a dramatic overhaul or something - to completely resuscitate my life and actually do something for once.
I think I've become the definition of 'waste'. I'm literally just sitting here, all the time. My mind is decomposing.
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