Some shit happens over and over again. The word for that definition is "repetition", that is, when something repeats over and over again. My life is full of the same redundancy which has caused me to seriously question it. Why does it seem like I'm stuck in this infinite loop that closes me and seems like I have no way out of it? I'm sick of it. But then again, what am I really doing about it? If I wad content with it, then I wouldn't be writing a fucking blog about it, correct? But is it bad? No, it's not bad at all. I went to Maryland for about 4 days last week and felt more alive than I've ever been. I did not need to focus on relationship bullshit. I did not need to worry about a job. Though I had homework that needed to be completed that I did SHIT of, I said fuck it and got drunk and had fun...

Maybe that's what my boring New Jersey life is missing.