Tuesday, 1 April 2008
07:55:01 PM (GMT)
ahhh boredom. whenever i arrive at my home, i automatically sink into a pit of
depression and boredom, often not lifted until i sleep. occasionally, if i leave the
house and go somewhere, its better, but ya.
i would write a poem, but i can't write worth anything anymore. any talent i had, i
lost with my medication.
i would draw, but the images won't come.
i would read, but when i try, i get distracted and go back into my depressed state.
instead, i go onto the internet, hoping to talk to someone, although, they aren't
online until later, therefore defeating the purpose.
oh, occasionally i will attempt to call someone, but once in my state, it is
extremely difficult to exit it, even talking to the one i love, or any of my
and now, i am writing this diary entry, in hope that if i do something, i may be
destracted long enough to be happy for a short while.
its not working.
i could attempt to space out, but thats what causes this in the first place, thinking