I’m bored. Been bored for a very very long time. There’s really no excitement anymore. It’s all just routine and worries and errands.

I don’t know what and when was the last straw but i want out. Yet i can’t because i had become nothing but dependant. I’m trapped. I’m suffocating. I want to put a voice to it but i have no leverage over anything.

Is there happiness out there? If yes, what does it feels like?