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I moaned out loud as thick white extracts spilled out of my dick, I grabbed a tissue and wiped it, panting and twitching from the ecstasy. ________________________ It's another day I can't go to school anymore what if I will not this day, only for this day. "Plan approved," I shouted with excitement. 'what should I do huh.' - Leave the house go somewhere else. - Shop at the mall. - Buy some stuff. - Grocery. 'what else huh..!' I'm still thinking about what should I do, I don't want to get bored though. ' Nevermind mind I will enjoy myself at the mall anyways.'

Boredom is a disease. It’s like a slithering slow, crawling disease that gets under my skin and starts pulling at threads around walls that shouldn’t be touched. At age eight I had already learnt that about myself that I tend to spiral when am on the brink of boredom, I hate sitting idle with nothing doing, I hate sitting still, the silence doesn’t calm me instead it rattles my nerves and amplifies everything. It claws and scratches at something dark inside of me. Maybe it started back then from my childhood, sounds cliche but childhood trauma should never be taken lightly.

I am bored. Like, pull-my-hair-out, scream-into-a-pillow bored. Being unemployed is definitely not for me, especially stuck in this apartment 24/7. I’m going absolutely stir-crazy. I hate watching TV unless it's p**n, and I only browse online to keep up with recipes or food trends. When I'm not working, I’m surfing, hiking, biking, or playing tennis. I thrive on social interaction, cooking, and being outdoors. This situation is torture—I literally have nothing to do.

I've done it before, but it's boring. He carried on working and since I had decided to be a bit forward, I had finished all of my work for today...great work Lotus! I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to my desk, I took out my phone and plugged in my earphones. I shuffled my playlist, the first song sucked so I pressed next until one that seemed okay enough came up. - Hi Tiff! T: Hey girl, wassup? - I'm bored. Antonio has got me practising the beauty of 'silence'.

I hummed softly as I enjoyed licking my icecream until the plate was empty. Now I was bored, what do I do? I looked at his phone, nothing to do with it because the only game he got in it is soccer. I hate playing soccer. I skimmed through his customized android gadget status bar for an engrossing application. "Gee, I have a boring boyfriend" I muttered. Now what can I do with this empty phone, I thought. Okay! Lemme use this time to watch movies since he's got a full bar, I said to myself.

We're just south of the park, which means the party lights are everywhere. I hate Christmas. Just another holiday that reminds me of things I'd rather forget. But I try enough of that shit. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I run my thumb over the screen. I have hundreds of numbers I can call and have a girl on my dick in less than fifteen minutes, even on Christmas Eve. Again, I wait for some sign of action in my pants, but I get nothing. My dick must be broken. There's no other explanation for this, except that I'm bored with my options. I know I'm getting repetitive, but bad things happen when I get bored. My past is littered with mistakes that arose from situations like this.

I cleared my throat, then tapped my fingers on the arm of the sofa I sat on. “Uhm…. Well, I just uhm… do chores, surf the internet, and play with my kids when the need arises, so I don’t get that bored.” “Hmmm. I see. Well, it’s actually nice to be able to do that and not get bored. I’m in between though. I don’t stay indoors for too long, neither do I go on too much outings.” “I see.” “Let me tell you about a particular crazy time I had when I was out somewhere.”

I threw on a pair of denim shorts and a loose, oversized shirt, then towel-dried my hair before flopping face-first onto my bed with a sigh. Grabbing my phone, I opened F******k and started mindlessly scrolling through my feed. Memes, selfies, random videos. Some made me chuckle. Others made me wonder why I still had certain people on my friends list. Sometimes, I’d pause to watch reels, especially the ones about food or travel. They were oddly relaxing. But once the boredom kicked in, I decided, screw it—I’ll just take a nap.

"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.

What a pain in the ass. "I don't want to be here. Zion said I have to tell you if I start to feel trapped, right? Well, I'm feeling fucking trapped again," I say and it's not exactly a lie. I'm bored. And when I'm bored is when I make the worst mistakes, "It can be a short trip if you want.” He takes a deep breath and gets up from his seat to walk closer. He sits down on his desk to look down at me as if he’s thinking what to do.