It's been an interesting day. Nothing really happened, besides the fact that with every passing moment, I'm less and less enchanted with life.
This feels like clockwork again. I'm bored with things.
I hate my life.
I love my life.
Right at this moment, I'm agoraphobic and antisocial. I despise a great deal of humanity.
I'd like to stay inside and watch old movies.
But as soon as I start, I just get bored again.
I've slept most of the day. I don't know how to handle my thoughts sometimes.
I want to create.
I want to destroy.
I'm afraid for tomorrow, and so enthralled by how different I'll feel. Or just maybe, how similar.
I want to see the world.
I want to hide from it.
I don't know what I'm feeling. But I do want it to stop.