sometimes i cant think of something to say for the life of me. i just sit and think and wonder what i should do. i go over the events of the day in my mind, trying to pull a funny story. sometimes i lie and make up something that happened, just to fill the void. sometimes i refuse to say anything and allow the awkwardness of silence to stretch out before me like a lonely desert night. sometimes i make up excuses for my dullness: i have a headache. i am tired. im bored with life. i am thinking about a paper i have to write [or an exam i have to take]. and so, here is my silence. may it wash over you:

did you enjoy? or was that awkward?

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