my life is boring
Sometimes the bills are tough, but I like my job enough and my little blue rental house and my boyfriend who loves me like it’s an action word and my dog who is old but still jolly. There’s not much else to say. Sometimes I have stomach pains or headaches. I’m trying to eat more protein and greens. I’m working on my writing. My life isn’t very exciting. And I’m grateful everyday. In a world that promotes exhaustion and drama and pain. I’m grateful everyday. And I still have to remind myself, this is enough. Because my little pocket companion is always buzzing just to tell me that I could be richer and hotter if only I bothered to buy that retinol cream. I could be famous just like everybody. I could have extra rooms and extra bags and eye cream for my bags and some filler so I don’t feel so empty and ozempic so I don’t take up too much space in my Malibu mansion bought with millions of views of me mouthing let them eat cake while babies starve and politicians lie through their teeth pointing blood stained fingers at each other. Instead, I’m stocking up on toilet paper and bottles of water. I’m filling up my tank. My life is boring and I’m grateful everyday.
In one paragraph, you have discovered and achieved what some take lifetimes to learn. Or sometimes never do… You are ALIVE. You actually get this thing called life. You love. You see. You hear. You LIVE.
You are you. And that is enough. More than enough. Max has found the boringest girl around. You both are boringly perfect.
This is my favourite thing I’ve read on here so far!! I loved it just how I love my boring life too ❤️