weird thoughts.

life is currently extremely boring.
i'll be going for a job interview tomorrow. (i think)
its 4.57 in the morning right now.
i've never stayed up this late for so long.

i should start to write meaningful, inspirational blog entries.
I should write about how silver the old lady's hair is, instead of how grey it is.
that sort of thing.
i shouldn't write about my angsty feelings.

but i cant seem to.
i can't seem to write about how the flowers around me bloom with delight
or how i delicately swayed with the breeze hand in hand one windy afternoon.
or even how my mother lovingly cooked dinner.


it all seems so ridiculous to me.
do i need to change ?
do i need to get away from all the angst and sadness that i occassionally feel?
yes, everyone feel down at times.
but why is it that some can still write about little things like;
how he woke up early in the morning to the lovely sound of birds chirping and the delicious smell of freshly baked bread.
or how she jumped up and down with utter joy, just because.

it just seems so extremely ridiculous.
i wish that my life were just as perfect.
sigh.