it sets in. the boredom syndrome. im not home. im not where i should be. im bored. no one to be adventurous with. no one to bounce ideas off of. no one.
i want to run around the house playing chase. i want to make a fort using sheets. i want to roll in the snow that barely coats the floor. i cant when im alone.
i want to go in the bathroom and chop off all my hair. i want to go get my entire body tattooed. i want to do something so very drastic. i hate boredom.
i want to take this music and blast it and dance around the house. i want to scream. i want...