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I shouldn't care though because I have always been a loner. I get up and go fix myself something to eat and head back to my room. I turn on the radio and listen to music while I am eating. When I finished eating I put a movie in and try to get into it so I can try and forget about how bored I am. 3 movies later and I am still bored and there is nothing to do. My father is on his computer chatting away with women from different states. I walk into the living room and tell him I am bored. I ask if we can go out and do something but like always I get not right now. I told him I was bored and he looks at me and says,

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

"I was bored today. I'm always bored here. I don't know what to do with myself during the day. Most of the time, I don't feel alive." "I've got the perfect solution," he sipped from his juice. “I know what to do to lighten your mood.” It would no doubt be a suggestion to find something in the house that would keep me busy. "Do you now?" "Yes, I do. I know... a few ways to make you feel alive." "What ways?" "First, a vacation. I'm taking you on a vacation tomorrow." I chuckled, waited for him to laugh, but he didn't. I looked up at him. He looked serious.

I'd define it as, Old boring selves. I was tired of doing nothing once again. It was almost more than half month since I had agreed to his deal, and I was tired of going around each hall everyday trying to pass my time. I swear, if anyone asks me about this whole apartment, I could even tell slightest detail of each wall. Either that, or I spend my time sleeping. Today, I was getting furious of this boring day. So, I decided to do something. I was going through some usual posts on my i*******m when I saw a beautiful drawing made by someone.

The night felt far longer than usual. I lay in my room, utterly consumed by a profound sense of boredom. To pass the time, I began fiddling with my phone, opening a folder in my cloud storage that contained drafts for an advertising competition proposal. I had been intentionally designing an ad concept with a humorous storyline. My theory was that a touch of humor could make a struggling product much more appealing to the masses. "This looks good enough. Should I ask for Jovanca’s opinion tomorrow? Ah, whatever, tomorrow it is," I murmured softly.