Bored of this town, bored of this internet, bored at my job, bored in this moment.
I know it's my fault. I really believe that boredom is a choice. So even though I want to make a million excuses about why I'm stuck this way I'll avoid it. I don't like excuses.
So what's wrong? What about everything I used to wish for time to do? What about all the things I've achieved?
I always go through post-summer letdown. It's just not supposed to happen 'till August is over. Maybe it's these freak storms making me trade my tank-tops for sweaters.