Uncontent
Here we go again.
It’s like a never ending cycle.
I’m so happy one day,
and bored out of my mind the next.
I swear I need a circus to follow me around to keep me entertained.
I’m tired of routine. What do my days consist of?
Work, uhm, work, and then, you guessed it, work.
I’m tired of doing nothing but working. It drives me crazy.
The only break in my work only days is when I see Jordan.
And the majority of the time we just chill at his house or mine.
Fuck Elk Grove, there is nothing to do.
I can’t wait to start school.
That monkey made me laugh to pieces.
