I'm too comfortable

with my life to even nag or complain about it.

Hrmmm....need a hobby....need a life....

Complacency is a sucky phase. Like, I can never step out of it, or I just couldn't afford to get out of it.

E.g: Moving out of the house at this moment, not an option

Why? Too young, too dangerous, too unreasonable

Staying comfortable won't help though. Stupid internet.

Ramble ramble ramble.

Yakkity

I miss my turbulent times. At least I make better poems and better blog entries. Now I'm just a big mush of boredom.

Bah