"boring"

have you ever just stood there..
maybe even sat,
Staring at yourself so intensely in the mirror so every slight imperfection is magnified to the point of reality.
No photo edit, or make up, or traces of cream and skin recovery conditions.

I can see why those turn from me.

"Am I really that boring of a person?", I recently can't stop asking myself.

Who wants to sit and talk to someone who wants to make changed in the drug area of the community?
Who wants to talk to a school girl who is focusing on achieving good grades when there are parties to attend?
Why not shit on the girl who just got her license -  "maybe she will drive me around?".

Even my best friend and her boyfriend said I'm a boring person.

This pit of emptiness sits in the nest of my stomach.

Something is missing. When I see my friends, I know I'm not like them. I don't think the way they think.

I wish to return to Canberra where everybody was on the same page in life. Everyone wishes to be different, better.

I don't know why I am dwelling on this.

I miss Jenna and Travis. They would distract me from this feeling. They made me inspired, happy and entertained.

This time last week was the Galah dinner.

The hardest night of the Heywire experience by far. The last night with my friends.
I can't do this

I am just so darn tired...