2 am
I was in love once.
I hated it.
Love, to me, is a waste of my energy and a game of emotions. Girls and boys all around the world break eachother’s hearts everyday. I’m just not interested in that sort of thing. It’s exhausting to be in love.
I laid there, thinking to myself. “I have to get up early tomorrow, huh?” I glanced at my phone. 2 am, on a Monday morning. I had practice in 5 hours.
“I guess I’ll get online for a bit.” I shuffled out of bed and dragged my feet over to my switch. I grabbed it and crawled back into bed.
For hours, I played Super Smash Bros by myself. None of my friends were awake, because they all had other things to do in the morning. Work, school, family. I didn’t really care much for any of those.
Gaming, though. I loved gaming. The way it stimulated me, the way it evaporated my stress, I loved it. Watching the characters fight on the screen made me feel powerful. It made me feel like I was accomplishing something.
Not that I hadn’t already accomplished other things. I was an Olympian. I just didn’t have the healthy habits and lifestyles that most other Olympians had. But I was content, and that’s all that mattered.
The blue light of the screen reflected onto my tired eyes. I wanted to sleep, but I just couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t allow it, and neither would my light-filled eyes.
After an hour or so, I began to get bored. I jacked off for a little while, but I couldn’t feel anything. My brain felt numb. I sighed and cleaned myself up, before getting into bed, right back where I started.
I closed my eyes and listened to the wind howl.
With that, I finally fell asleep.
