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I Am So Bored.
I Swear, I'm A Posterchild For Teen-Apathy.
Or Depression.

I Spent My Night THe most Depressing Way Possible.
I Spent It On The Old Bloodwolves Page,
Looking At All The 'Friends' I Had.
Looking At All The Fake Promises.
Looking At The Stuff I Left Behind,
And Thoroughly Was Convinced That I Was Right,
And That I'm Not Missing Anything.
Nothing's Changed There.
It's Like Empty Warehouse, Where A Parade Used To Be Stored.
But, Now The Parade's Over,
And The Warehouse Is Just Some Empty Place Where You Used To Be Giddy, And Smiling.

Two Things Caught My Eye, Today;
While I Was Laying In Bed, 'Mad World' Came On The TV.
I Don't Know What Channel, I Don't Know Why,
But It Did.
And I Smiled.
And, I Was Reading, And I Caught The Lines From 'The Hollowmen'.

'This Is How The World Ends,
Not With A Bang, But With A Whimper.'

I Changed It Onto My Old Page.
It's Fitting, For That Old Warehouse.
It Is Now Just Some Whimper Of Something That Was A Blast.

The Hospital Says My Sister Should Be Out Tomarrow.
I'm Happy.
I Bet She's Happy Too.
I Fed Her Pets, Today Too,
My Dad Was Supposed To, But He Didn't know When They Were Supposed To Eat,
So I Fed Them.
I Bet She Misses Her Bed, And Her Room...
I Would, Had I Been Cooped Up For 5 Days.

I'm Out Of Incense.
The Cheap Stuff I Bought At The Dollar-Store On The Previous Entry
Lasted About Four Days.

I Can't Wait For Tomarrow To Be Over.
Then I Can Lay In Bed, And Think.
I Don't Have To Do Anything,
And I Don't Have Anything To Do,
Aside From Buy Haru A Present,
But, I'm Working Pretty Hard On That Already.

Out Of The Blue, On Of My Uncle's
Good Friends Called, And Asked Where He Was,
I Told Him He Was In Jail.
He Said 'So That's Why He Never Calls...'
So, In The Next Letter We Write, I'm Sending Him His Friend's Number.
His Friend's Name Is 'Scott Smith', I Guess They've Been Friends Since The First Grade.

I Was Working On A Different Fanfic That The One I'm Supposed To Be Writing.
I Wish I Had Some Inspiration.
I'm So Dulled Out Recently.
If I'm Bored, I'm Boring, My Pricipal Says...

I'm A Boring Person, I Guess.