nineteen

Friday, February 19. 2016

13:55

I actually had to think for a moment on what day of the week it is. Sunday? That was my first guess.

I've been on reading week from school which is basically an excuse for professors to go on vacations and students to have endless parties. And for me? I have slept in every day and stayed out late every night, but I already do that so it doesn't feel like I'm on break at the moment.

I haven't written in over a week. Well f**k. I keep telling myself I would write even just a little line that has no purpose what so ever but I just don't. 

My mind is f*****g dead. It is not even an exaggeration. It bothers me so much that I even expressed this to my step mom and my friends. Having school twice a week and the five other days spend jobless is just simply boring. I get excited to attend school as my mind has the chance to become alive for once, to learn something worth learning and to feel like I'm spending my time usefully. I hate just hanging out with friends or going to parties and staying home on my computer. I never thought I would get sick of it but I am. I hate it. I'm bored with my life. 

My friend told me to get a hobby. Okay, so what hobby? I change what I like so often it's hard to find a hobby. 

My initial hobby was geocaching, but the problem what that is I've already found all the ones within my community by biking and going any further requires taking a vehicle along. What's the fun in that?

To conclude my uttermost boring life that I have just blown into this terribly boring entry, I will now open Netflix and catch up on episodes of The 100 and Pretty Little Liars.