bored

on this day, i am bored.
i don't know what to do with myself.
someone has taken over my life, and i am now avoiding my own comfort place.
why do we have to be so nice to people?

This is written by an extremely frustrated and tired individual, namely me. i hate it when a nice person happens to do something that gets on your nerves, all because you're grumpy. and you can't really complain because they are good people and by complaining about them, you are not.

Ugh, i hate my life.

(if you'll notice, a lot of these blogs will probably end with "my life sucks" or "life sucks." But don't worry, just because mine sucks, doesn't mean that yours has to, too)