I'm Bored. Really.

I'm bored. My moods never reached a potential high these days. Even the nearing outing failed to excite me. TV shows become very cliche. The stifling afternoons just make me stare at something for hours. Or if not, I sleep.

I'm bored. More than half of every day is devoted to sleeping. I sleep to much that sometimes I find it hard to label a memory as something from a dream or reality. I sleep too much that my eyes hurt almost every time. Too much that I can't think clearly - especially in chess.

I'm bored. I play chess with my younger brother almost every time he comes back from school. And I lose almost every time too. I almost always play chess with him when I'm not sleeping. I play a lot that I see knights and bishops whenever I take a bath.

I'm bored. I take a bath two times a day. I'm always clean. But my pimples are still at their golden times. They're too many I now hate looking at a mirror. Sometimes I would throw away a hand mirror and be contented at looking intently at my cellphone. Hoping it will ring.

I'm bored. And I hope my phone rings more than usual. And someone will message me even the foulest of jokes or the cheesiest of quotes. And, at least, someone will remember me. Not just the usual "please pay your bills" by Sun Cellular or anything like that. I really hope people remember me.

I'm bored. I miss you. I miss you only when I'm bored. Because boredom makes me remember you. Because you're boring. I hope you know that.

And here is you chance. Excite me.