Undefined

I've been feeling so uninspired.

I'm making pathetic attempts at being creative. Every small attempt at writing has been utter disasters of cliché and redundancy. I can't get myself to read anything with value and the to-do list of doom never seems to shorten. Every time I finally finished one errand, another one takes its place.

I welcome change yet fear it; I long for change yet resist it. I want more from life yet do nothing to seek it. I've suddenly become more materialistic at the time when I have no money to spend. I have everything to do when I have no time to do it. I have nothing to do when I have time to waste.

I hate being inactive.

This has been the longest summer in my life yet.
It was fun while it lasted but I'm glad it's coming to an end. If it will bring an end to pointless monotony and ennui, I embrace it with open arms.
Just take me out of here.

There is nothing, but I know there is more.