Ever since I stopped journaling and writing about daily events and feelings and shit, I also stopped blogging, because they’re essentially the same thing. The majority of the things that happen to me are insignificant and I cannot write more than a sentence without boring myself. It isn’t important. It doesn’t mean anything. I hardly even want to remember it.
I’m actually very bored and uninspired. It feels like I’m just going through the motions and drifting around listlessly. I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know what I want.
I’ve been so bored lately, but it’s a different kind of bored. It’s like I’m still doing all of the things I used to, but I’m just not enjoying them as much or they aren’t as entertaining as they used to be. All I really want to do nowadays is sit and drink coffee and read a book.