I want to write but, I have nothing that I'd really like to write about. Usually, words do tend to flow out easily if i'm overwhelmed but I guess I'm not overwhelmed enough to be inspired to write. Life, for now, feels a little dry and boring. As much as I want time to speed up to the events that I've been dying to live, I really want it to slow down too. I'm at that point where time is moving so quickly yet isn't moving fast enough. Not to mention the fact that the constant boredom has made my eyes and mind wander. Missing the things I have but haven't had proper time with and wanting the things I haven't got. Sometimes, I'd want something I can't have and I'd feel guilty about it later because I'll remember that I've got something just as good. I feel indecisive. I don't know what I want. I'm undecided about whether I should settle or keep reaching. Sometimes it clashes so much that I just end up not deciding anything. When that happens, nothing really happens because in the end, i'll get nothing done. Nothing at all. I'm looking forward to the new year. I'm hoping for big changes to happen. I want some changes. Being in a constant routine makes me feel brain dead...