I never thought I could feel so bored.
All the things I never thought I'd get to, like painting, cleaning, are completed to perfection and I don't know what else to do.
I'm mad at myself for concentrating on this.
I know it could be way worse.
So, that reflection makes me feel even worse and then it starts all over again.
I finally got through it and ate dinner, watched some TV, and played a game of scrabble with my aunt.
Now, I am looking forward to my boyfriend coming home so I can start my weekend.
I'd like to remember these moments, these uncomfortable times, with content.
I try as hard as I can, but I know I can't be mad at myself for feeling what I feel.
I know these feelings will make the better moments feel even better.
Now I just have to wait, for them to come.