Boring Note II

Good afternoon, world of sense!

I have constant whispers in my head floating there like echo reflecting off the walls of the well. Voices are bored. Let me entertain you with their talks.

-We aren’t good for each other. We always hold on to the pain despite all the good things, because hurting each other is the only thing we know how to do.

-Why? How did we end up here? ( remember the line, it will come up sooner than later)

-Maybe because I was supposed to play you and not fall in love with you.

Worst Regards,

A girl from the Boreland