i called in sick for this one.
i don't know what's gotten in to me lately but i'm just so dissatisfied with life. nothing really excites me anymore. it's all just there, laid out for me in one long stretch.
i'm bored. i'm listless. i'm restless. napping has even lost its refreshing capability.
calling in sick is one of the ways i find little rebellious feelings. i feel no less free or captive when i call in sick to work. i just feel bored.
i've tried to fill my days off with things i enjoy doing but even they've lots their lustre. i feel as though i'm missing something vital to my survival but i can't pinpoint what it is. i'm feeling kind of out of sorts.

it started with our vacation to vegas. it was everything i hoped it would be and more but i couldn't help but feel less than satisfied with it. it wasn't the people i went with because they are the best group of people i've travelled with up to this point (my americans excluded; they're on a level on on their own). it wasn't las vegas because let's face it: you'd have to go out of your way not to enjoy yourself at least a little. i was just unhappy with it. don't ask me why or how, i just am.

and i still am, unhappy that is. even the lure of a good book doesn't draw me in quite as much as it used to. i'll read a few pages, yeah but i won't have the tingling sensation i get when i begin on a really good book.

i get nothing.

i'm really starting to worry what's going on, and in turn the worrying compounding with this general disatisfaction with life isn't healthy, i'm sure.

i really need a change. but what?

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i called in sick for this one.
i don't know what's gotten in to me lately but i'm just so dissatisfied with life. nothing really excites me anymore. it's all just there, laid out for me in one long stretch.
i'm bored. i'm listless. i'm restless. napping has even lost its refreshing capability.
calling in sick is one of the ways i find little rebellious feelings. i feel no less free or captive when i call in sick to work. i just feel bored.
i've tried to fill my days off with things i enjoy doing but even they've lots their lustre. i feel as though i'm missing something vital to my survival but i can't pinpoint what it is. i'm feeling kind of out of sorts.

it started with our vacation to vegas. it was everything i hoped it would be and more but i couldn't help but feel less than satisfied with it. it wasn't the people i went with because they are the best group of people i've travelled with up to this point (my americans excluded; they're on a level on on their own). it wasn't las vegas because let's face it: you'd have to go out of your way not to enjoy yourself at least a little. i was just unhappy with it. don't ask me why or how, i just am.

and i still am, unhappy that is. even the lure of a good book doesn't draw me in quite as much as it used to. i'll read a few pages, yeah but i won't have the tingling sensation i get when i begin on a really good book.

i get nothing.

i'm really starting to worry what's going on, and in turn the worrying compounding with this general disatisfaction with life isn't healthy, i'm sure.

i really need a change. but what?