Stupidity.

Sometimes... my life is excruciatingly boring. Looking back at my life, I look interesting enough.


But am I?


I have had very little luck rekindling my passion for life. I'm racing around, trying to find things to keep myself occupied, but I seem to be finding myself late at night staring at the patterns of light on the walls, wondering what is the point? It is very uninspiring.

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I need some way to call a truce with life, but I have nothing to say.