Am I suffering from depression? I seem to be tired again today after a solid 9.5 hours of sleep last night. I wouldn't really consider myself depressed, but just bored. I'm looking for something to entertain me in life, but I guess it's not that active of a search. Maybe I'm too busy waiting for something to happen instead of making something happen. What a big fucking cliche that is.

I guess I'm just another stereotype of 20th century youth without a cause to define myself. Oh woe is me.