Boredom
 The sun comes up and shoots a ray of light through my window blinding me even with my eyes closed.  I squinted when I opened my eyes and sighed. I sat up and looked around the room that looked like it was just hit by a tornado. I took in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sulfur-like air that polluted everything. I cough because the taste of trash and acid rain it too much for my lungs. I sit there for around an hour starring at the ceiling fan turning.
 Finally the depressing feeling that crushed my chest forces me to get up. I get dressed, not really paying attention to whether the clothes was clean or if it matched. I stand in fornt of my mirror and look into it. I see my baby picture next to the bed in the reflection. I pick it up and stare into the eyes of a stranger. The baby in the picture looks nothing like I do now. The person in the picture smiling at the camera, with medium length bouncy curly hair, and bright hair. Now me; everything gone, the buoyancy of my hair, the light in my eyes, and my smile. i never smile only when i feel like everyone wants me to. 
 I left my room and got out of the house, armed with an apple and boredom. I walking, i walked when it was still dark out. I finally got to the park. I found a bench and started eating my apple. I looked up at the sky watching the dark sky turn from an orange-purple to a happy light blue that mad me sick. All the light got me even more depressed about my life, or appsence of. 
  I lay on the bench thinking. I took out the pearing knife out of my boot and starred at it. I held it over my stomach starring at the shining meatl. I raised it above my head........

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