it's killing me. you're killing me.
The past two days were hell to me. I was stuck at
home, without anyone to talk to. I had no one to chat with, no one to
call, no one to text, nothing to watch, nothing to play. It was, and
still is killing me! I need salvation! My old savior from boredom, who
I last invoked her salvation powers last November during the stupid
math contest, wasn't really chatting with me, and my friends were all
busy with something. Even my bestfriends were missing, dealing with,
and helping out with people's problems. In boredom, there's nothing to
do. Even if you feel like you need to do something, you can't, because
you don't want to do anything alone.
The boredom is giving me a headache. The little fun I have is when everyone is about to sleep, or when everyone wakes up. The greater part of the day is spent lying down, bearing the migrane constantly thumping on my brain, flipping through channels, exhausting every ounce of power left in the remote's batteries, constantly struggling to find something to watch, burning all the plasma left in the TV until eventually I fall asleep or decide to take a minute to chat with somebody, which literally lasts one minute, since the conversation dies in 59.9 seconds.
While watching TV, I hear my cellphone's message alert tone, only to find out that it was just my imagination. I just watch the screen of my cellphone, expecting someone in particular to finally reply, or for anyone to just text to say, "Hi," until I finally give up and set it on the bed. Then the pattern repeats again, constantly checking my phone, hearing message alert tones that don't exist. It's fucking killing me. It's been 20 hours now since I've received any text message.
I start spamming a song on iTunes, which finally got me tired of it, and probably the whole band. Good bye Coheed and Cambria, 'til tomorrow. I find myself going for one of the only things keeping me entertained: Triplejack poker, only to be frustrated when I start losing all of my fucking money. Then, I start writing this dumbass LJ, slightly keeping hopeful that this will keep me unbored, except instead it makes me think. Keeping next to the computer was a wrong idea. I watch as my friends sign in and out of ym, wanting to chat with them, but the seemingly over pessimistic qualities of my mind force me to believe that it's usless, since the conversation will only last 59.9 seconds.
Frustrating and killing me, shit! Shit man! Fuck this day. Fuck yesterday. Gr.
The boredom is giving me a headache. The little fun I have is when everyone is about to sleep, or when everyone wakes up. The greater part of the day is spent lying down, bearing the migrane constantly thumping on my brain, flipping through channels, exhausting every ounce of power left in the remote's batteries, constantly struggling to find something to watch, burning all the plasma left in the TV until eventually I fall asleep or decide to take a minute to chat with somebody, which literally lasts one minute, since the conversation dies in 59.9 seconds.
While watching TV, I hear my cellphone's message alert tone, only to find out that it was just my imagination. I just watch the screen of my cellphone, expecting someone in particular to finally reply, or for anyone to just text to say, "Hi," until I finally give up and set it on the bed. Then the pattern repeats again, constantly checking my phone, hearing message alert tones that don't exist. It's fucking killing me. It's been 20 hours now since I've received any text message.
I start spamming a song on iTunes, which finally got me tired of it, and probably the whole band. Good bye Coheed and Cambria, 'til tomorrow. I find myself going for one of the only things keeping me entertained: Triplejack poker, only to be frustrated when I start losing all of my fucking money. Then, I start writing this dumbass LJ, slightly keeping hopeful that this will keep me unbored, except instead it makes me think. Keeping next to the computer was a wrong idea. I watch as my friends sign in and out of ym, wanting to chat with them, but the seemingly over pessimistic qualities of my mind force me to believe that it's usless, since the conversation will only last 59.9 seconds.
Frustrating and killing me, shit! Shit man! Fuck this day. Fuck yesterday. Gr.