I feel like writing, though I have nothing to write about. My life is consumed of boring. The same thing everyday. I wake up from a restless sleep. Try and look as cute as possible. Eat something small. Go to the bus. Then school. In school I yawn every five minutes. I can't seem to pay attention, which explains my poor grades. Lunch rolls by with me sitting at watching, listening to all my friends. Looking at people in the corner of my eye. Not eating usually. Fourth period ends, and I start for the bus.
The bus is full of happy children. They all laugh and smile. I allow myself to joy sometimes. I listen to conversations, and do my best not to fall over and die. My stop comes I say a small "Thank you ma'm". I want quickly home. When I am home I eat something small, too lazy to make any real food. I watch Ellen, if I don't fall asleep before. I always fall asleep. Without fail I do. I wake up. Do what homework I can. Eat. Then it's usually a book, or music. Maybe some texting. Then I sleep again.
This repeats everyday. My life is so incredibly boring. I feel lifeless. All the motivation is gone. If I wouldn't disappoint my mom, school would be a joke. I am hanging on a thread lets say. My religion keeps me from drowning. Boys would help with the motivation if I cared. I used to, when they did. I guess I'm not good enough. My best friends are drifting from me, it seems like everyone is.
The point is that I am a boring person with a boring repetitive life.
love,
kara
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