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Nina It was a Friday night, and I was bored out of my mind. The kind of boredom where even scrolling through social media felt exhausting. I’d just gotten home from work, kicked off my heels, and tossed my bag on the couch. The apartment was so quiet, that I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car passing outside.

A little more work and I will take back what was taken from me hundred folds more. ‘’Mansoor.’’ A call that rose my heartbeat insanely again brought me out of my non-ending thoughts. ‘’ Evet (Yes) munchkin,’’ I replied curiously to hear what she had to say to me. ‘’What do you do when you get bored there?’’ she asked me innocently. ‘’I stare at you pictures and sometimes videos and screen recording I am even doing right now. The wall of my room filled with your pictures makes me feel human. Touching every feature of your face on those pictures I can make myself sane again. I don’t do it to get rid of my boredom. I do it to keep myself alive. Just like a drug addict takes his drug to stay ali

Mom let out a dry laugh, then her face settled into an expression of inevitability. Dad didn't say a word, clearly accepting this outcome. The man roared with laughter. "How boring! It's the same choice every single time. There's not a shred of creativity." A chill shot straight up my spine, and my vision began to blur. The last thing I felt was the weight on my back suddenly lifting. "Are you sure?" That was the last thing I heard the man say right before I lost consciousness. … When I woke up again, someone said, "Abby, are you guys out of aromatic pork already? You haven't sold it in ages!"

🦋 "I can't take this anymore, I'm gonna die" I had never been so bored in my life. I couldn't sleep, something I'd never experienced before. Even when I tried closing my eyes, five seconds felt like a year and still no sleep. There was literally nothing to do. I had been sitted in that car for hours and no position was comfortable for me. I even tried curling up like a ball and sealing my eyes shut but none worked. "It's been just ten minutes" "Ten minutes of torture" "Here's a good thing, it's not going to kill you so just relax and maybe you'll fall asleep"

I honestly was bored out of my mind. It has been hours and the sun is close to rising. No one came into the room much to my disappointment. I didn't like doing nothing. I wanted to be active, distract myself from my own thoughts. I was tired of just lying here with no purpose. It was like the universe heard my cry because the door was being opened just then. Judging by the way the person is struggling with the lock, they are trying to pick it. I closed my eyes and waited.

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,

Play What? • • • • • "I'm so bored." I sighed as I lay down on the floor, spreading my hands and feet and moving them up and down, like a butterfly. It's raining cats and dogs outside and I'm not in the mood of doing something else rather than laying down. It's making me sad since the rain will probably keep pouring and we can't go out today to buy something or go roam around somewhere. But I'm guessing that it still wouldn't happen since we bought a lot yesterday and also, I'm too tired of dealing with those vicious stares and gossips.

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.

“I think I'm getting used to all this boredom. There's nothing else I can do here but read a book. And I've been doing it almost every day since months ago. So I guess it's fine now." "If you're bored, we can go outside for a walk." "Will Rafe let me?" “He is busy with Amora. He won't be looking for you while we're gone. There's a great ice cream parlor about twenty minutes away from here. You like ice cream right?”

I yelled at him. “So, this is you when you are bored,” Gian said in amusement. “Nothing much change. You are bratty whenever you are bored or not.” “Come on, get lost.” I was about to close the door when he suddenly pushed it open. “Mind if you join me for a cup of coffee down the building?” I couldn’t give an answer. I don’t have anything to do at the moment. And the boredom kills me. So, maybe I should try coming with him for a coffee.