Hate days like this. I think about what my life is like and why do I bother hanging around this world anymore. the way I would describe my life sounds like the way prisioner describe their. I get through things by looking forward to the next major special event. The rest of my days seems to be one unending string of sameness. Freaked my Dad out a while back. Told him that if my life was this way at 55, I did really see much point in living longer than that. At times I don't even see the reason of living any longer now. Sigh.
The pick-up line of the day is in the previous journal post.
The pick-up line of the day is in the previous journal post.
Can't really sympathize, though. Life is joy. Even being alone in my room without anything to do has its own strange appeal.