there are not enough things to think about sometimes. i have isolated myself from enough social media that i have nothing that i desire to express because the only things i can think about are coming from myself or those i talk to, which of course requires people to be talking to me quite actively which might not always happen. for example: now.

its a very nice problem to have; usually i had too much to think about. ordinarily i would solve this problem by doing something other than writing, but as of right now i am still locked inside a classroom - though i could leave at any point, its just currently that would be a relatively pointless thing to do. either way, i kind of enjoy this form of boredom, although i would nonetheless much prefer to be able to act.

maybe i will write some fiction today again, i havent in a while. to do this i need to get home first, because school is not calm enough to think as well as i would like.