I waste time in an attempt to fill it.

I've been sitting here for hours listening to spastic metalcore (dillinger and the likes) waiting for someone to call. Nobody's home. Except me. I could be reading a book right now. I could be writing a book right now. I could be...

not sitting here right now.

It's days like this that I realize I don't really have a life. Everyone else does and I'm just a parasite. Boy am I hungry tonight.

I've been having stomach problems (again). It's been an ongoing thing for a couple of years now. I haven't had the time to go to a specialist and get myself straightened out. When I do have time I don't have money. I'm really starting to get worried about it. It's getting worse.

This rambling is an indication of the severity of my boredom. And yes, I know that being bored means I'm boring too. I prefer to think it's because I'm without car.

I've been thinking about what she said today, and that's exactly why I don't want to be here right now.