Boredom

Oh my god, my mind isn't built for idle standing, listeing to nothing and hearing everything, waiting for anything that will get me to move. I could bleed tears of boredom without a second though to who would see them drip from my skin and pool on the floor, a resivoir of empty thoughts and lost ambitions. Work? This isn't work, it's childs play. It's mind games, mind fucks, social interactions i chose to ignore for my own well being. Why talk about philosaphy or the game or the pussy i got last week when I can bitch to myself on a piece of reciept paper.