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Tags : Boredom

Interact

Interact

A Story by Irfaan


all day, every day
No One Passed

No One Passed

A Poem by Anne Martin


Staring out the window on a sultry Sunday afternoon.
Is This All Inconsequential

Is This All Inconsequential

A Book by Dismal


At times where I find myself with nothing to do but stare blankly into the seemingly endless abyss of boredom I'll open Notes on my phone and I'll wri..
I Wish I Had Never Met You

I Wish I Had Never Met You

A Chapter by Dismal


When I wrote this I was very angry, so angry that I couldn't see the positive side of anything, please forgive my anger in this short write. I chan..
Forget Me

Forget Me

A Chapter by Dismal


I’m trying to forget her.I want to leave her behind the way I left my self behind.It’s difficult when you get so used to a person, and it ..
Maybe? No.

Maybe? No.

A Chapter by Dismal


Yet another angry short write, I apologize for how short this one is.
Shes The Bad Person

Shes The Bad Person

A Chapter by Dismal


I was feeling very bad on this particular day, unfortunately she was the only thing occupying my thoughts.
Prone To Bad Days

Prone To Bad Days

A Chapter by Dismal


AnothercrappydayIsuppose,I’llhaveto go through seeminglyendlesshours of awkward chit chat and not knowing where tositand who tositwith.My last s..
Bad Days Or Good Days

Bad Days Or Good Days

A Chapter by Dismal


I wasn't feeling well.
Miles & Miles Away

Miles & Miles Away

A Chapter by Dismal


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It's Just A Down Day

It's Just A Down Day

A Chapter by Dismal


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Boredom Of Intelligent So called minds.

Boredom Of Intelligent So called minds.

A Poem by Onlyme


Intelligent minds. Need an outletwhen they are bored,as they get into trouble.Talking s**t and upsetting folk.Loose lips sink shipsAs does an intellec..
Where has the day gone?

Where has the day gone?

A Poem by Nirupama.H


I watch the sunrise, through my dreams, Hear the constant rambling of TV anchors about a certain numerical rise & fall- I couldn't care less. Feel..