I'm a shallow freak and I hate myself for it.

This is long. I'm sorry.
I'm just going to keep blogging.
Because I've been lying in bed for like 3 hours now.
And there isn't much too do while your lying in bed.
Except for lying in bed, obviously.
Fuck I'm messed up.
I don't think I like this whole life concept.
I don't think I was meant for human interaction.
I'm sick of trying.
I'm sick of people.
I'm sick of life.
I'm sick of being boring. I'm sick of everyone else being boring. I'm sick of boring conversations.
I'm sick of the air being thick with things not being said.
I'm sick of the realization that life is just life.
I'm sick of feeling like nothing is important and everything is ridiculously important.
I've got my whole life ahead of me. And I don't understand why I can't see that.
I miss you. A lot.
Thats all.
Sorry.