I find it hard to focus on something. Always have. I think it's because I simply cannot commit to anything. I get bored very easily. I find it easier to just stare something in the distance and just... stay like that.
Why am I like that? I swear, I don't mean to become this angst-ridden person all of a sudden, but I've always found summer to be a bit depressing. Considering all the things I am
The reason I am in such a glum mood today, though, is because I watched "Fight Club". It is one of my favorite films, but it just left a bitter taste in my mouth. Combine that with the phenomenal "Where is my mind?" by The Pixies, and you get the idea.
It is quite funny that I value my problems that much. Yesterday, I was practically staggering around my house, a scowl on my face, wanting nothing more than cigarette. I don't smoke. I'm just an angst-ridden teenager who gives way too much importance to her problems. Which is, essentially, what all teenagers do.
Why they seem to be the soul of the party, while I feel like the party pooper is another, much longer story.
