I want to be a more interesting person. I want to live a more interesting life. I want to have more interesting conversations. I want all these things, but there’s nobody who can do it but me. I’m the only one who can make the effort to make things more entertaining for myself. I’m the only one who can make my life take more daring and crazy paths.

Why don’t I? Why don’t I put myself into positions where I can experience? Why is it that I always try to play things safe? When I’m with people that are like me it’s fine, people who’ve never taken chances in their life. People who just do what their parents tell them to.

But now, I’ve met so many people with such crazy experiences and crazy things that have gone on in their life and crazy things that they’ve done and it makes me so jealous. It makes me want to break away from this disgusting mould of mock-normalcy and depression that I call my life.

I bet I’d enjoy things a lot better too, if I had less time to think and more things to just do.