My life is boring

I'm boring. Yes I am boring. I'm bored, it is boring here, I sick of being bored. Monday night, I won't be bored. I'll be blessed again. Happy, conscience, I'll have conversations with someone other than myself, the walls will have air and will breath again, there will be laughter instead of tears, joy instead of sorrow, comfort and not pain. I'll actually see people smiling. I hate it here. See you on Monday night.