Strangely, I ran out of places to go. Then I came home, and ran out of places to surf. Then I decided to do something else, and I ran out of things to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think. I don't feel like doing anything. I don't want to know what time it is. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to idle.
It's very frustrating. I'm just plain waiting for something to happen.
I noticed a change lately. With myself. It's like I don't feel sorrow as much, and I don't feel as compassionate. Something's seriously amiss here. And all I can think of is to blog a blog just to find something to do. So sad.
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