Put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere

I find myself wishing to scratch myself out of my skin. I envy the sunny days for the sunny people. I know what's wrong with me, but I don't know why I find them wrong. My perception is blind and gloomy. I'm in longing. Longing for I don't even know. Today I slept in and out to stop aching. Ran to improve myself. Took smaller portions to be a smaller person. Ditched a session because I lack sleep already. I'm feeling sorry for myself for no reason. My facial expression is of a sad and familiar one. I think I'm just bored of THIS life.