I want to complain to life.
As I type this bland post, I am staring at the screen and feeling that today is one of the pits days of my subsistence.
I am bored.
I admit that it’s no good to pretend that are you busy when really you are not.
I am sick of seeing the same people everyday and hearing stories over and over again.
I dislike it when I have nothing to learn and worst nothing to change.
I despise the reality that I cannot do everything I want, that there is a certain boundary of what you can get.
Sometimes, I hate my life. Its suffocating and uninteresting.