I am sitting here in my bed and I'm sick. A fever or something. I hate being sick. Shocker, I know. But seriously there are a lot of things I hate about it, apart from feeling bad, I get very bored. And when I get bored I start thinking. Not really thinking of anything apart from how bored I am. Bored. I'm not only bored now but in general. What a depressing thought. I am actually a pretty busy person, but when I lay in bed at night I wish for something new. Something different. I have always thought that your most deep and true thoughts come out at night. Or at least they do with me.
I am also a firm believer in, if you want something go for it. Even if it is a pair of overly priced stilettos or maybe something bigger. But in this case (with my boredom) all I can do is wait. I graduate soon and after the summer I am going some place new and very different. A creative school where I live and it's even in the city!
I am very exited and feeling confident that my boredom will go away. Hopefully.
xoxo