Spent
A day goes by, and not a sight of boredom is to ruin this day. Life is passing by and it's
like burning a lot of daylight. I'd rather have a real good time going to the park or
whatever than doing nothing. I'd also rather be spending my days of freedom somewhere out
there than staying at home while the hours pass me by. Another day goes by, and I'm still
thinking about going out somewhere and seeing more daylight. This whole "being bored"
thing is like being confined to a room with these plain walls with nothing to do. I'm not
going to spend my days filled with boredom; I need to go to the park, do whatever. I
really want to stay outside for a long time, but my days have been spent. I wish that all
of the days and weekends would never end.
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