Even though my life is extremely boring, it's still quite tiring. No, perhaps it is tiring only becuse of it dullness, the repetitive days seem endless. I am an undergratuate student and I've been trying my best (or have I?) to gain more than enough knowledge in philosophy to follow an academic path. Do I actually love philosophy? Well, yes, at least I think I do. There's nothing else for me to do on this earth and every time I encounter an incredibly profound argument, I feel like I'm the one discovering stars out there in the universe! Still... why is it that I still feel frozen? There are so many amazing thoughts out there, so many wonderful books to explore and still here I am: sitting depressed in my bed waiting for tomorrow to come and pass just like yesterday did. I'm stuck. And the more I say I'm stuck, the more it seems I'm stuck.

That's just a thought, which means nothing: no changes in my life happened because of it, I'll just keep on watching the paint dry on my wall. That's how I know how nihilistic I am.