Life inside a room on a beautiful day

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all. Nevermind. I’m done. I’m Done.”

My life comes to the point were its only sitting in front of the glowing box and looking at glittering letters.
Reading articles. Checking dictionaries. Writing bullshit.
Filling boxes with my thoughts about life, the universe and everything.
The head rushes. The ashtray filles up. The coffee is boiling hot and the headache is taking over.

Drills in my brain. Oh, when is this going to end?

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