SO

Here I am, sitting in book cafe waiting for my breakfast to arrive... typing on a macbook that's not mine... waiting for a revelation...  and nothing happens...

That's my life these days... I seem to be constantly waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever does...

I really do need to get my ass off the couch and do something, but i just don't know what.

But that's me... 

I never seem to know... what to do, what i am, what i want...

It seems to elude me, this thing known as direction... 

I never have my own... A superficial non-existence that I call my life...