being jobless and having too much time at home makes me think too much.
i hate being at home and not doing anything.
i just simply hate it.
i hate it.
i hate it.
i hate it.

sorry, i seem to be feeling all the angst.
and the pressure.
and the negativity.
its all weighing on my shoulders.
its like being buried underground and trying to dig your way up.

sometimes you'll just think.
is that it?
is this all?
is that all i want out of life?
or is that all life has to offer me?

i can't keep waiting for something to happen.
it gets depressing all the time.

i'm in need of a job.
but i can't seem to get any.
i dont like this much.
serious.
everyone says i'm too fussy.
i even went into retail la.
call me fussy.
go to hell people.

feeling the urge to throw my phone out of the window.
or stomping on my phone.
i dont want to wait for it anymore.

i miss you.