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[cieli_impetuoso]

This isn't some emo post about wanting to kill myself because some girl decided to leave halfway through my day where my father had already yelled at me; rather, it's a post saying that I contemplating doing something, anything to break the boredom of my life. I just felt the need to bring some excitement back in my life. It's like living in a Black & White picture and always wanting to see color.

I love my girlfriend.
I respect my father.
My friends entertain me.
My school deals with my shit.

Why do I still look in the mirror and ask "why"?

When will I have an answer?