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My neck was super sore today so I didn’t do much, didn’t get out much. It was super boring. Today I realized just how fucking lame and boring my summer actually is. And it’s also starting to sink in that move in day is more than a month away. All I have until then is a brief visit from my cousin, a 3 day vacation, and hopefully a few hangouts with friends. Kinda lame tbhngl. Today was extra bad because of my neck I couldn’t do much, but most days are lonely and boring. It’s all so pointless. Finding joy has been so hard this summer. It has been the worst, most boring, loneliest summer so far. It sucks.
Today was extra bad, and I’m sure tomorrow will be better because I’ll hopefully be able to do more, so at least things will hopefully be better when wake up tomorrow. At least I can go bed hopeful.
I wish I had a job or something to fill the time, the void. It feels like I’ve done everything, and I’m bored of everything. I think this is the lowest, unhappiest point in my life. The isolation hurts almost as much as the boredom. This next month will be so painful. I don’t know how I can get through it.
Este es un verano sin nada y nadie.
Today was just the epitome of this shitty summer. It’s been like this for about a month. I really started losing my mind in the beginning of July.
I hope that it can magically get better tomorrow, but that’s unrealistic and unlikely. I want to write about this summer, just so I can get my frustration out and articulate it onto a page.
What’s worse, the loneliness, the boredom, the time wasted, or the lack of hope for the next month? I wonder. Right now I would give anything to go back in time. Summers used to be so nice before I was an adult. This summer is just a huge depressing waste of time.
Today was extra bad, and I’m sure tomorrow will be better because I’ll hopefully be able to do more, so at least things will hopefully be better when wake up tomorrow. At least I can go bed hopeful.
I wish I had a job or something to fill the time, the void. It feels like I’ve done everything, and I’m bored of everything. I think this is the lowest, unhappiest point in my life. The isolation hurts almost as much as the boredom. This next month will be so painful. I don’t know how I can get through it.
Este es un verano sin nada y nadie.
I hope that it can magically get better tomorrow, but that’s unrealistic and unlikely. I want to write about this summer, just so I can get my frustration out and articulate it onto a page.
What’s worse, the loneliness, the boredom, the time wasted, or the lack of hope for the next month? I wonder. Right now I would give anything to go back in time. Summers used to be so nice before I was an adult. This summer is just a huge depressing waste of time.





