I wrote some bullshit today, but I erased it. It was too forced. I wanted to write something so badly that I just pushed out whatever I could type, but none of it was even interesting to me, so I doubt it would be interesting to you.

Fact is, I have nothing to say. Not a damn thing to say about anything. Apparently, large stretches of time where you accomplish absolutely nothing (no school, no job) starts the rotting process. All creativity has left me. I don't even like singing in my car anymore. I have nothing to share, nothing to think about. I fall asleep at night struggling to find something to think about, and I can't even do that. I drift from boring thought to boring thought, and finally pass out from the boredom alone, which is a really unsatisfying feeling.

It's a horrible thing - this whole nothing-to-do thing. It's fucking miserable. At this point, I'd even want a job I hate more than anything in the world because then at least I can have an emotion other than boredom. Is that even considered an emotion? Jesus CHRIST, this FUCKING SUCKS.

I'm sorry, but I don't know when I'll update this again. I'm not going to update until something fucking happens in my life, and if nothing happens, then this will be the last thing I ever write. Everyone - go do something exciting. Go to work and remember that if you didn't have work, you wouldn't experience that amazing feeling of getting to leave work.