Pretentious Much?

I'm so bored. No, you don't understand, I'm so bored. You know when people say they're drifting through life, and you're just like,

"ugh pretentious much?" *cue eye roll and hair flip while playing Supermodel from Clueless*

well, I'm literally drifting through life.



6:00am - wake up and replay my "sleeeeeepy" playlist while trying to force myself to dream about being famous 

7:30am - get up 

8:30am - go to whichever fucking classes i need to attend

10:30am - cry

2:00pm - cry internally

4:00pm - get home

4:30pm - go to sleep

8:30pm - cry because I missed 2 Broke Girls

9:00pm - finish crying and dance to Madonna in my room

10:00pm - 2:00am - I dont even know, I swear



The only exercise I get is watching the Exorcist (GET IT?!?!!!1!?!1!?!).

Fuck I'm funny.

I feel incomplete because I have nothing that's super depressing happening in my life right now. Its so weird. Sometimes I just look off into the distance and try to find something to be depressed and complex about but its just not working. There is no point to my existence. I'm just kinda... there. You know?