Boredom strikes again, and I am left feeling that my interest lies only for three months in anything.

Well like if such. Pack and leave again? Not yet I suppose.
I guess, Chuki makes sense when she says that I am like the water that flows, never stopping. But then again all those waters lead to some sea or ocean, that awaits for them, where as I, I just float about in empty space, like a lost spirit of one who is dead, and yet confused where to head, to hell or to heaven?

Yes such is my state.

Why does everything bore me? Why does he bore me?


I shall never know…