Bored
Life itself; is boring. At least my life is. I go to work. I go to school. I deal with family issues. It’s broing…and pointless. My mind scratches itself raw. I don’t draw, anymore. I don’t write. I’m cranky and sarcastic and irrasional. I don’t even sleep or eat. Two days ago I threw knives at my bedroom door, simply because I didn’t know what else to do. I want to rip my hair out, scream, do something. But I’m bored. I’m bored and I don’t know what to do. Where’s the excitment in life? Is this all there is to it? Work and school, then just work, then some family, then death? It’s excruciating. It’s boring…and it goes on.
