It's funny, you know?
When we're young, we have so many dreams and aspirations, so many hopes and ambitions.
Yet in the end, how many of us actually end up doing what we said we wanted to do at the age of 12? (it's a random number I picked haha)
I'm actually growing up. 😒
All the stuff I said I wanted to be or do, I never actually did.
Little by little, I'm losing interest in things that once captivated me for hours.
It feels like I'm losing interest in life itself. Everything feels boring. It's almost like there's no meaning to doing anything anymore.
My hobbies aren't fun anymore. My studies feel meaningless. It's like I'm floating by, barely touching reality because I really don't know what's going on and I have little interest to find out.
Everyday it's just wake up, eat, chill, eat, chill, sleep. Basic fundamentals of human life. I barely wake up feeling excited and happy to be alive. If I didn't have someone visiting me almost every morning to look forward to, I wouldn't know what to do waking up at all.
It's like I look around myself sometimes thinking, what am I doing with my life? What am I doing?
Everyone has a plan of some sort. Backup plans even. And I'm just taking it as it goes along.
Okay maybe I'm just sitting bored so I decided to write a post. But I got to go now so that's all for now folks
