It's a Tuesday on the second (and last) week of Christmas break. I'm bored of it. I want to go back to school to avoid sitting at home immersed in my own - sometimes frightening - thoughts.
And by frightening, I don't mean like Sixth Sense frightening. I've just been thinking a lot about life and it's importance lately. Why am I here? Why do I go to school? Yeah, if I finish my education I'll get a job and move out and move on, but then what? Life is mundane. Nothing is new. Everyone knows what's coming. There's an expected path that everyone is to take and we all know it and accept it willingly.It's interesting. Everyone knows they're going to live for under a century (except for the few Guinness World Book of Records champs at 130 years old. Cool - live for an extra 30 years). My point is, we all get born and then die. It's a fact, and yet people still have such passion! Maybe I'm just at a low point in my life because I can be pretty passionate. It's just these past two weeks seem to be filled with depression. I'm bored! And not even because there's nothing to do; that's the scary part.I'm bored because I figure, what's the point in me doing anything?!I need to be back in school where I can be kept busy all the time so I don't have the opportunity to sit around and think up shit like this. Seriously.
