LIfe

What is this? Where am I, and what is going on? No one ever seems to know what their life holds for them. Its like running in a bog. Slowly you start to submerge yourself into it bit by bit, and before you know it, Bang you're under water. To be completely honest, I don't have the answers. In fact, I don't have any answers to anything. I just do as I'm (usually) expected to do, and hopefully it turns out for the best. People get so frustrated at my life style, but can I blame them? No, not really, but hey that's just me. Usually when I'm down, I write a story, or some sort of cheesy thing of the sort. A speculation as to why I'm not, simply because I don't have the time nor the stamina. Well it's more than that actually, I don't have the will power, I don't have the creativity that is required to create such things. No stories, no art, no nothing. This is my mundane life. After all "all work and no play makes a dull man."