Bored
...out of my mind...

I'm sitting on the phone with a friend from high school. And I'm doing NOTHING. I'm doing more typing than anything, only because my mind is elsewhere. I'm on so many different thoughts.

I want more! I have to do more, and I feel like I initiated that a few days ago. I'm proud of myself. Despite what the end result of all of this is, I will be happy. I can't speak for anyone else, because I have this body and this body only. I miss certain people from my past, although we still talk. I want to go certain places. I want to do certain things. I can't. Not right now anyway.