The Obscure

I just realized that I have the most boring life in the world. I go to work, I come back to my parents' house, I sit in my room trying not to smoke cigarettes (and failing, usually) while watching TV or reading until I take clonodine and go to sleep. Then the weekend rolls along, I spend all of saturday recouping from working with terrible headaches all week, and sunday I go to church and possibly hang out with two people. Not that I don't love those two people, but the fact that there are only two people with which I currently have a social life with at all is my point. Gone are the phone-calls inviting me places, gone are the random show-ups of my friends at my house. Everything has changed, and it is partially my fault, but mostly the fault of the headaches and depression.
I need to get out of here, this is killing me. I need to leave. The next burst of money I get is going to take me far, far away from this hole of a town. I will miss all my friends that I never see dearly, but I already do, so it won't be much different.
That's all I have to say. I cannot live much longer with this boring, mundane life. I was not made to live in any kind of mundane fashion. I don't know why I believe that, but I do. So, hopefully I will be leaving you soon. Fuck college, I can do college later, I need to get out of here. I need to meet strange people and do strange things, more so than I do now. I need to concentrate on writing instead of it just being a hobby. But most of all, I need a break from this structured world. I cannot abide structure, I loathe it.
And that really is all I have to say.