Looking into the bottom of a pot noodle, starring at what my life's become.

Alternative title: Dude, I'm depressed.

Don't suppose how I can really explain how it's come to this.
There are weeks, months (maybe even years) where everything just, fits. Where it all works, good and bad, the overall outcome is positive, happiness can exist and lay it's seed, even though one can never smile.

There's nothing real to do, everything's turned... Stale. But fuck it, there's some JD and a beer in the kitchen, so if comfort is truly needed, it's only an open door away. I'm a "little too young" to be reflecting, sure, my youth is coming to an end, I've finished with school and the government wants me to believe I'm an adult. College is, college is good, it's fun. But, life, itself, is lacking. Something.

I need to get drunk, I need to get high, I need to get trippy, and I need to get laid. I can almost guarantee most of those (at least 3) won't happen any time soon. Oh, and I really want a baby, and I only thought whiny galaxy-deprived PMSing girls who see kids get broody, but I want a damn kid. Now.

In essence, everything feels, stagnant. But,
In optimism, I've redone my mibba profile.

Hows you?