One of the more common themes that defines my life is loneliness. Not that I am an unlovable, friendless person or anything, because that is hardly the case, I just feel that there is no cure for loneliness. No person or group of persons could make me feel truly un-alone. Which is fucking retarded. It’s such a self-pitying notion.
I wonder if everyone feels this way. I guess it’s possible. Maybe it’s an abstract idea floating around inside our heads when we are feeling inexplicably sad. I’m not sad right now though.
You know what the real answer to my problems is? To get off my ass and do something. Because when I’m working a lot or heavily involved with a shitload of schoolwork or other shenanigans, I have no time to think about feeling lonely.
So essentially, what I’m thinking is that the idea of being lonely is all in my head. Loneliness=Boredom. Probably spawning from too much time spent on the Internet and not nearly enough time being out in the world doing things that are in some way relevant to the state of the Universe.
I should stop moaning and complaining and get a fucking life–preferably one that does not revolve solely around myself and my non-existent problems.
Thank you, and good night.
Tags: boredom, inspiration, loneliness, motivation, self-deprecation
