Life… again.
Why is it when we are kids, we’re so eager to grow up. But when we’re adults, we keep wanting to be kids again.
Life is so blaaaahh… bored, restless, demotivated, unappreciated… and the damn ectopic thing is back again. Gah!
There must be something more to life than this… must dig deeper and find it before I combust and *poof*.
But really, I shouldn’t complain. At least I’m healthy (for now) and don’t have to deal with a terminal illness. Note to self : Must.be.thankful.