Boredom

Thoughts racing in my head, rattling around as marbles. I stared at the wall from my cold, hard chair. A bead of sweat gently teasing down my forehead. 

Summer I looked forward to, unable to hold my excitement. 

But now? I have it and I don't want it, I dream back to when I begged for summer to begin. While now I'm begging for it to end.

...

I wished for him to leave, but now I wish for him to return. I hated the cold but now I wish not for the warm. I ran to leave, but now I hide to stay.

Thoughts racing in my head, rattling around as marbles. Nothing ever goes my way.

But as those ideas in my tainted mind developed I knew they were lies. Opportunities came that were shy of perfect to my greedy hands, but I pushed away wanting less. But now I want more.

Always wanting what I don't have, never appreciating what I do.

My lips moving, swearing they're the problem but why can't I see? The one who sabotaged me so dearly was the one I saw in the mirror. 

The only villain in this story is me.