It's what I always am. Bored. That dull, frustrating feeling that wells up inside you and makes you rack your brains to think of something to do...to come up with nothing.
I'm bored even when I'm supposed to be doing something, like study for a test, or do homework, or clean up my room. Of course, I'm always bored when the task is, well, boring.

I'm bored when there's nothing to talk about with my friends. I'm bored when I listen to my monotone voiced teacher drone on and on about chemical equations. I'm bored anytime, anywhere, whenever I'm not doing something considered fun or interesting by my unimaginitive brain. And every so often, those two little words escape my lips, without me realising.
"I'm bored." I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored.

And now, I would think it's strange if I lived a day without uttering those words. Maybe I was born to be haunted by those words, circling in my head, waiting to be whispered out exasperatedly. And now, I think I'm almost used to it.

And guess what? I'm bored.