It wasn’t out of depression, or over a lost love that I considered such a dark thing. It was boredom. Boredom caused from the monotony of my life, of everybody’s life perhaps. I wanted something new, something that I could make my own, something that could transport me to a more exciting place. A place where I could feel contentment. A place where no one could touch me, or bother me with the same problems they bothered me with almost every day. I knew it was foolish. I knew I wouldn’t ever do it. At least, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t. But it was the excitement of thinking about it that stimulated my creativity again, breathing life into my dead mind. I needed that, more than ever I suppose. It was a Tuesday, a day which usually brought more boredom than usual. It was my day off, a day I should do my chores, pay my bills, go to the store, and stock my ever-bare cabinets. I never did much on Tuesdays, except think about the fact that I had nothing interesting to do.
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