Deja Vu

I thought I kept having little bouts of deja vu until I realised that that's not it; I've actually just been doing the same fucking thing over and over again since I've been back. My life has become so monotonous that it's unbearable. At least give me a fucking rock to push up a hill so I an accept the absurdity of /something/ rather than the absurdity of /nothing/.

I'm bored all the fucking time. My current life is as follows: I wake up around noon; I revamp my resume a tad to suit another job posting and apply; I realise that I'm not even worth the interview from previous applications; I read; I watch the latest episode of whatever I downloaded; I grow increasingly more annoyed at my brothers; I listen to my mother drone on about something (I love her, but she's a little much at times)...It's not even worth me getting of fucking bed. Slitting my wrists might prove to make me feel something other than this compounding bland experience I call summer vacation.

I haven't even heard from Scott since Sunday. He'll probably make more promises to keep me happy, but won't follow up on them like so many times in the fucking past.

It hasn't even been three weeks and I've already hit a rut of depression. My family is slowly chipping away at my happiness. The lack of job is slowly burning my once tasty dish of contentment.

That last sentence is retarded. It sounds like it came from VH1's behind the band (The Simpson's version).