Useless story.
I look into the distance of a boring office wall. Bage. Boring. Dull. All I want is one difference, at least a good one. But who am I kidding? Nothing ever happens in this world that ever ends up good.
Now and then, I'd run into and opportunity and avoid it. I had always wished to just have a break. What if everything was fine? It'd be... Perfect.
Ever since my family's bloodline became slimmer and slimmer I've felt worse and worse. It's just me. I might as well end the bloodline now, or.. Should I really?
As I walked down a street of perfection I quickly snap out of a daydream into the real world and continue to work the same files. This has gone on for 5 weeks.
I'm scared. Nobody's in work and it's night. Did I fall asleep? I wonder around, as someone must've took my keys, I can't find them. The smell of the air smells different. Like fresh paint but.. it's moldy.
I turn back to my seat and the chair was gone. I felt dizzy. This must be a dream, right? It's stupid how everything ends up with me alone. Work, home, family, birthdays, holidays, life.
I'd say theyre all a bunch of shitty backstabbers. It's dumb.
