i'll never be picture perfect beyonce

I am so bored. Not just in this moment, but constantly. My life is a monotonous litany of obligations and fleeting moments of superficial pleasure after I've bought something. This is either the calm before the storm, or I'm in the midst what will eventually become the most boring senior year ever in the history of senior years. For all of my talk of getting up and outtie and being above this, sometimes I wonder if all I am is "this." If maybe it's always been decided for me that I'm meant to live a really uninspiring existence. I don't know, I don't know. Depressing thoughts. Perhaps this is one of those times where I need to ask myself, What Would Beyonce Do? Shake that weave and pop it until her troubles disappear, I suppose.