I am tired. I’m tired of people telling me what to do, how to live, how to breathe. I am tired of waiting for a miracle, hoping that everything will change one day. Will something good happen or not? Will it supposed to remain like this or am I suppose to wait for changes? And will I ever find the answers to my questions?
In Wikipedia boredom is described as “an emotional or psychological state experienced when an individual is left without anything in particular to do, is not interested in his or her surroundings, or feels that a day or period is dull or tedious”.
I am bored. I am too bored to do anything. Well, I do have things to do, but, frankly speaking, I don’t feel I am living a life now. It seems like for the last few years I am sleeping. I am doing stuff, returning home, doing stuff, sleeping, but I never feel complete.
I am not broken; there is a fire in me which will burn if I find a purpose to live in a different way. But I am bored. I am tired. My life is not interesting. It’s dull. I want a heartbreaking moments, days full of unexpected surprises. I want miracles, crazy stuff. I want to travel all over the world without thinking about the future, without worrying about the next day.
I want to live as I dreamed not as I am supposed to. I don’t want to be like anybody else. I want to be different. I want to be me.