Something like this.

It all sounds so stupid, the lines running through my head telling me how I must write this letter. I find myself stuck on the first line of the third paragraph of an essay for school. The essay, entitled "D-Day, the day the war turned" is the standard analysis of the most famous battle of WW2. After spending the entire day writing this grand schlock I find that I hate it. I hate the fact that I am being forced to write something, not for the bettering of my knowledge, but for a shitty little grad that I don't care about. It's interesting how many monologues have the phrase "Every day it's the same thing." Everyone hates being unoriginal yet we find that most expressions are unoriginal in form. Look I don't want to use the phrase "Every day it's the same thing." but it fits too well for me not to use it. Every day is not the same is it? There's almost always small differences in the grand scheme of the day to ensure that no one is bored. My day is supposed to be filled with discovery and the enrichment of the mind yet I find more interest in everything around me. It's not that I feel that the class material is boring, it's that I feel like investing myself in other pursuits. I guess that my brain is just trying to lead me into something else. My concentration is not always the best, I have the tendency to stray from what I really want to say. My writing, without boundaries has a tendency to wander as my thoughts do. How do I return to finish what I want to say?