I’m bored. Bored bored bored.

Parties are outside, but I don’t care.

There are books to read, but I don’t care.

Places to go, but I don’t care.

Why? Because I’m bored. Mind races 500,000,000 miles a minute, I should put this into words. But I won’t, because why? I’m bored and I don’t care.

The realism of your situation from the outside looking in can be quite surreal. You look at a person roaming around his room declaring they are bored. Yet, they can do anything, right? They have countless things to do this very second. Yet they don’t care. Yet I don’t care. I’m bored.

That’s how my mind works. Just a little insight.