Rage.

Dear life:
You make me feel so boring, so drab, as if I am not a fun, spunky young woman in my prime. With nothing to do EVER, I feel the urge to skid off of a cliff, wanting to wake up in a few weeks so I can actually participate in life, being 21 years old. I feel so dull, AND I AM NOT DULL! BUT YOU, YOU REAR YOUR UGLY HEAD AT EVERY EVENT I CANNOT PARTAKE IN. UGH. Life, please give me some of your juicy goodness and let me enjoy you.
Please spice up, or speed time, either one will do.

Waiting rather impatiently,
A