Another day, another dreadful day of mundane and repedative menial tasks. Everyday drags on continuing the same routine. Wake up, get ready, go to school. The only difference is the conversations held with those I care about and trust but even those conversations have become placid and lacking, like the spark is gone and everyone is faking the laughter and joy in hopes of keeping the dead conversation going in hopes it will prolong a dying friendship. But you can't help those that don't want help can you. So your left with two options give up and move on with your life or you can continue the hopeless struggle in hopes that your actions will make a difference. But the harsh truth is no matter what you do it doesn't matter.
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A collection of stupid Vociferates
General FictionAn account of another misguided hand fueled by late night contemplation
