Bored. Bored. Lonely. Bored. Bored. *sighs* I hate this feeling I've got. Feeling of missing my friends and of what my heart longs for. It's not that I hate the feeling. I love what it does, the smile it give me when I think of them all. I hate that there isn't anything I can do to change the situation. Oh well. It's the way of life isn't it? It deals you a horribly bad hand and you're left with only two options: fold or play them, bluffing your way all the way through. The only question that races through my mind, though: Do I still have a good enough poker face?