It's funny how I really dread going out these days, like it's a chore to put on clothes and makeup, and drag myself into the car and then driving it to wherever. Even when I'm out, I'm thinking of the luxuries of just staying at home, lying in bed, watching tv with my laptop in close proximities. I wonder if it's an age thing. Maybe I'm growing old. No, maybe I've just outgrown this city. Perhaps it's just that there's nothing out there exciting enough for me to want to be out. Instead, I hide out at home, watching movies about people living in other countries, immersing myself in the idea of being there and not in this shithole. Then again, maybe it's really an age thing. Maybe, the fact that I'm turning 23 in just 2 weeks scares me. Yea, maybe it's that.
Cheers, here's celebrating one year closer to death!
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