Moop
Wow, almost two years since I last posted in this thing. Guess I kinda just got caught up in life.
Since last time, I have recently obtained a job working at Barclays Bank, IT Support department, for quite a decent salary, and i'm living alone, renting a one-bedroom flat.
Every nineteen year olds dream, right?
I hate it.
I honestly feel that my life just has no purpose. I get up every day, go through the same routine, go into work, sit around trying to look busy for 4 hours, go to lunch and attempt to be sociable for an hour, try to look busy for another 3 hours, go home, sit on the computer playing WoW for 6-7 hours with the only college friend I still talk to, go to sleep, repeat.
Every day.
Weekends, just skip the work part, I just sit at my computer playing WoW.
I don't go out, I don't know anyone here. When I took this job, I moved to a totally new area, where I knew absolutely no-one. If it wasn't for this one college friend I still talk to, I would probably have gone insane quite some time ago.
Recently, it's gotten worse. I've stopped sleeping regularly. I tend to stay up all night sunday, go to work looking like absolute shit, come home at 5, crash all night, wake up at like 4am, go to work, stay up all night, then crash at 5, and repeat. It's absolutely absurd, and it makes me feel like absolute ass every day, but I can't stop doing it for some stupid reason, maybe i'm just an idiot, I don't know.
I do have one "friend" at work, who I talk to through e-mails most of the day, but it's all about superficial stuff that neither of us really care about, and I can't really talk about any of the things i'm REALLY interested in, since nobody actually talks about that stuff in real life. He's more of a convenience friend, somebody i've befriended just so I have somebody to talk to at work and at lunch times. I can guarantee that if either him or myself lost this job, we'd never talk to eachother again.
In the end, I would kill for somebody to talk to, and I mean -really- talk to. Not just mindless small-talk, but somebody I could sit down with, and have a mutually interesting conversation with. About what? Who knows, I just want some human contact.
I'll probably write more later, since I recently rediscovered this forgotten venting space, but until then, laters,
Nobody in particular.
Since last time, I have recently obtained a job working at Barclays Bank, IT Support department, for quite a decent salary, and i'm living alone, renting a one-bedroom flat.
Every nineteen year olds dream, right?
I hate it.
I honestly feel that my life just has no purpose. I get up every day, go through the same routine, go into work, sit around trying to look busy for 4 hours, go to lunch and attempt to be sociable for an hour, try to look busy for another 3 hours, go home, sit on the computer playing WoW for 6-7 hours with the only college friend I still talk to, go to sleep, repeat.
Every day.
Weekends, just skip the work part, I just sit at my computer playing WoW.
I don't go out, I don't know anyone here. When I took this job, I moved to a totally new area, where I knew absolutely no-one. If it wasn't for this one college friend I still talk to, I would probably have gone insane quite some time ago.
Recently, it's gotten worse. I've stopped sleeping regularly. I tend to stay up all night sunday, go to work looking like absolute shit, come home at 5, crash all night, wake up at like 4am, go to work, stay up all night, then crash at 5, and repeat. It's absolutely absurd, and it makes me feel like absolute ass every day, but I can't stop doing it for some stupid reason, maybe i'm just an idiot, I don't know.
I do have one "friend" at work, who I talk to through e-mails most of the day, but it's all about superficial stuff that neither of us really care about, and I can't really talk about any of the things i'm REALLY interested in, since nobody actually talks about that stuff in real life. He's more of a convenience friend, somebody i've befriended just so I have somebody to talk to at work and at lunch times. I can guarantee that if either him or myself lost this job, we'd never talk to eachother again.
In the end, I would kill for somebody to talk to, and I mean -really- talk to. Not just mindless small-talk, but somebody I could sit down with, and have a mutually interesting conversation with. About what? Who knows, I just want some human contact.
I'll probably write more later, since I recently rediscovered this forgotten venting space, but until then, laters,
Nobody in particular.
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