You know, sometimes it's just boredom. My mind just hates being idle when it does not want to. Things start running through my head, including things I really don't want to think about.
So here I am, lying on my bed, correcting every mistake Swype is doing and writing a post that no one would probably care and read, trying to not have a mental breakdown.
Just the story of my life, really.
And some people wished they were me. Yeah, good luck coping with my mental health.