Bores.

Sometimes I feel like my life has finally fallen into that deep pit of dull monotony. I just have these random itches for something beyond the everyday norm of the same old routine, same old friends, same old town. Granted, these things can be objects of comfort at times, but still. Unfortunately, I go through people rather quickly because of how easily bored I become. But how can you blame me when all people ever have to talk about now is trash talk, mindless banter on insignificant things that serve no purpose listening to - let alone speaking about, and endless complaints and whines over first-world problems? It’s almost as if reciting recycled philosophies they found plastered on an irrelevant Wiz Khalifa picture to sound intellectual is as deep as anyone gets nowadays. I am seriously surrounded by bores, and it irritates me. Is it so much to ask for some substance in a person with stimulating capabilities?! -_-

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Posted on Monday, 20 February
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