Lately I've had problems sleeping. I hate waking up in the afternoon. I love the early morning, I need to see it sometime this week. What am I really trying to say?
I'm getting so utterly bored with my current situation. I have this weekly routine where nothing is accomplished by the end of it. I decided this week to really start my quest for a job and move out. I thought it would make me feel better about myself, but secretly I'm jealous. I'm being productive, and as a result no one asks me to go out. I guess there must always be something to complain or feel terrible about.
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