im quite the philosopher

Why do I care about people that doesn't even care about me?
If everyone only cared about themselves, nobody would care for others.
I guess that would be kind of a sad situation.

Boredom. Its not that big a deal she says.

What the hell happened to my imagination? I don't know what to write.
I think Im gonna make a little ridicules poem.. About being bored.

I just sit here, staring into my room.
My mum says "if you're that bored just grab the broom!"
I don't want to, it's not that fun
But I guess it's the same for everyone
Maybe I just want something to grumble about
I can't even come up with things for this poem
So now I have to use words like "loam"
This sucks

The end