For the first time in my life I’m starting to feel bored. Bored of figuring things out. Bored of dating the same impossible men. Bored of making new friends. Bored of hearing the same shit from my family. Bored of food. Bored of the seasons. Bored of getting dressed. It’s all become a bore. Is this depression? Not sure. I’m just insufferably bored and ambivalent. This does not make me a good person. It makes me sort of sociopathic, and I don’t know how to fix it. Am I where I thought I’d be at this age? No. Am I comfortable? Yes. Am I happy? Far from. I’m just bored. I can’t fall in love with one more impossible idiot who won’t deliver on their promises. I’ve lost my zest for life, and it’s fucking sad.