I'm sitting here feeling utterly useless.
I'm tired but I refuse to go to sleep.
I'm hungry and I refuse to eat.
I'm playing with my nails, biting on my lip, gazing around my room; doing unnecessary things when I should be doing my homework, which I've put off for a week.
Beep beep goes my washing machine- it has its own way of telling me that the clothes are ready to dry.
Ha you must be jokin if you think I'm going to get up and put them on the heater.
I'm now picking at some skin that is peeling off my thumb. It hurts but I continue. It's something I do when I don't realise, but right now I know and I'm doing it to waste time.
My sister is talking rubbish and I refuse to listen to a word she says or respond to her insignificant chatter. She doesn't mind. She's walked out the room.
I'm bored.
I'm cold and goose pimples have showed up on my skin.
I'm feeling useless...
...and faint.
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