looooooooo

I'm dying of boredom. I'm dying of boredom.

I'm depressed. And anxious. And wondering why he can't ever, ever, ever, ever say 'no'.

I'm waiting for the minutes to pass by, I'm bidding my time. Waiting to go off. Waiting to go home. To find solace under the covers, on my bed, my comfy mattress. And dream the dreams that will never come true.

Ah, I long to be anywhere else but here. Right now, this time, right now.

I'm bored.