The Monotony

Everyday life. Mundane, average, boring. Good, right? WRONG. I don't know how much longer I can take the same thing every day. I've already started to go the slightest bit insane. By insane, I mean more insane than I actually was. I live for the off prospect that something, anything, will be interesting. All I need is a little bit of something new every day. Most of the people I know have either gotten too mature, or I've just gotten even more immature than I already was. I don't even know what I'm writing about anymore, I'm just ranting about all of my problems now. I'm just so bored. I need a concert. I need to do something I'm not supposed to. I need to live. Live fast, die young. That's my plan. I want to do everything, so much. I can't do everything I want because I have school and work and all that shit that takes up so much of my day that I can't do anything else. By the time I get home, I'm so tired I can't do anything exciting. I don't like this.

Life.

Is.

BORING.