well…

I sit at my desk, staring into nothingness, while the constant droning of the teacher bores into my head… The waves of heat cause my brain to go into a stupor, blurring the thoughts in my mind. The movement of my hand holding the pen, staining the paper in the book becomes a mechanical movement, a movement repeated over and over again – Just different combination of 26 characters. It is an action without any meaning to it…ahhh…it repeats itself everyday for five days a week, at a certain place called school…

I need a rest…I’m going for a haircut later on..

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