The Big Three
I was reading thought blogs, and felt horribly incapable of writing anything meaningful. I have never been a writer, and might not ever be. But this has been made an acceptable outlet, because paper journals have been of no value to me.
I have no passion for anything right now. I've come to blame it on the square box that I live in, and prospects of moving in the coming week have been bright. But I don't know if is really that, or perhaps experiences that were linked to my previous apartment.
I don't know. The fact is, my bed has been occupied my only myself since living here. I'm starting to feel defeated by lack of prospect and wish that I my happiness wasn't reliant on others. Which is probably dumb/ emo/ clique. But I'm starting to hate this city, and alot of the people in it.
Anyone I've met recently has disgusted me for one reason or another, or been unattainable.
I haven't kissed anyone that's made my heart race since at least last spring.