cultchylde

I just don't understand why I can't get out of this rut. Why I'm even in it in the first place. I'm so bored with everything, it's all so dull to me. My everyday life is really ... bland. I feel really bland. It's not just that I'm bored with my surroundings and my activities, it seems that I'm bored with me. I look inside myself and just want to stick my tongue out in disgust. I can't seem to bring any vivacity into my life, any color. Everything is just so blah and grey. Ugh. I feel compelled to write, but have nothing to say. I feel the need to paint or draw, but when I place my impliment on paper/canvas, nothing comes out. I wish that I could be one of those people. The types that I admire. The ones that just seem to drip proufound thoughts and images, the ones that walk around spewing out wonderful things. Not who I am, not the person who is boring, who has nothing but inane, stupid thoughts.


Whatever.

This isn't depression. Just dissatisfaction.

I'll get over it. But the question is when?