By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
I’m so bored
I’d say break up with your boyfriend but I really
don’t care. I stare
at my phone. I talk to people
who say they like me
but I don’t care. The same day
over and over and over;
It’s not bad,
it’s not good.
I wish to grow older
so something—anything
AT ALL
would change. Not this same old day
wasting away in pain.
