An Empty Front Seat
Boredom, boredom, boredom.
I’m so sick of staying within these four walls, I feel trapped. It’s true, I just got back from a mini vacation a week ago, but I don’t think it’s just that. I think it’s the lack of being able to voice what I want to, travel and go to where I want to. I also hate the fact that I still don’t know how to drive and am currently without chauffeur to escort me to meaningless destinations within the next 15 kms.
The worst part about this sickening situation is that I can’t even fucking get over how bugged I am. The same annoying television, the same room. You can only grow and develop when you meet new people, interact with others, and basically stay out of the house.
I’m not even so much as ashamed about not even once being able to pass this darn programming paper, which by the way another set I need to write tomorrow, because really, all that shouting and screaming by the same old forty year olds has gone over my head and I don’t seem to give a tiny rat’s ass about it.
I need my comfort zone. I need my Z factor. And FAST.
x EdgyShark x