It's not that I have insomnia. I could go to bed if I wanted to. The problem is that I don't. Right now I don't actually have anything to do. I'm talking to people I otherwise wouldn't talk to. So that I don't have to go to sleep. If I was stoner I would probably go smoke some pot. I could always go watch television but it's usually pretty crap. I would normally read a book at this point but I finished it today and I don't feel like reading any of the books I have at the moment. I don't have any new video games either and I'm bored of driving around GTA. There's not really anyone to talk to either, not that I have that much to talk about at the moment. Part of me wants to be with someone but another part of me doesn't, though it's irrelevant because as I said there's noone. I could be writing I guess but I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like doing anything, including sleeping unfortunately. I don't even feel like bitching but it's just so easy. This is the part of my holidays I don't really like. The pit of despair. Heh. Woe is me.
It's tempting to think a person would help. I guess it probably would. A bit. For a while. But I don't think that's the real problem. The thing that is missing is a purpose I guess. But I don't like purposes when I have them. Because they mean responsibility. Duty. No escape. Which is pretty fucked. But I'm lost without it. I like writing and I think I could do it, if I didn't have to write about the same thing all the time. If I could write about whatever I want when I want. That would be cool. For a while. I think.
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Heh.
I love it when you're bored, it's the only time you update :-P
-Bear.
You have to get a bit like this in the holidays, otherwise you wouldn't go back to school would you?
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