There's a bit of a random switch from 3rd person to 1st person but I don't really care, just read it.
Greg woke early in the morning. The sun was still rising as he looked out of his apartment window, construction still in process across the road.
They always woke him up at the most ridiculous hours of the day. He grabbed his phone off of the desk and checked the time.
"5am.", Greg exclaimed, "I should probably just lie here for an hour,". He put his phone back on the desk and laid back down.
He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The noise across the road was too loud for him, it made his headache.
When Greg was nearing the end of his teenage years his father was, more cold than he was before. His father was already an unloving individual throughout his childhood, only ever paying attention to him when he was angry or if Greg was doing something like sports.
But a little after he turned fifteen, Greg's dad would start getting angry easier, some days when he was angrier than usual he would take his anger out on Greg.
He couldn't do anything to Rodrick, since he moved out as soon as he could. Frank Heffley wouldn't even dream of even laying a finger on manny, that stupid fucking prick.
His mother would always dot on manny, day and night, showering him with love ever since he was a baby. "Hell, he even got his own crib when he was born but I had to sleep in the fucking top drawer", Greg thought. It was always his headaches that triggered his... less then delightful childhood.
Before Greg knew it, his alarm for 6 went off and he had to get up and get ready. Greg didn't sleep well that night. He never did.
"Bzzzzz, bzzzzz" Greg's phone went off. He picked it up and checked who was calling.
His father.
"Fucking prick" Greg pressed the cancel button, or whatever you call it and continued his morning routine.
Wake up, eat breakfast, check phone, brush teeth, freshen up for the day, put his clothes on, grab his things and leave for his stupid office job. It was the same thing every day.
Greg truely was all alone, stuck in a shitty apartment, one friend and a shit-fight of a family who wouldn't even care if he died.
He finished his breakfast of toast and butter and headed to the bathroom to get ready. He looked into the mirror, into his reflection and truely thought of what he's become. When he was younger, he thought he would successful, handsome, a beautiful wife, children, happy and filthy fucking rich. But no. He's alone, single, sad and just barely making it wage to wage.
His life will never change. He will always be alone. His stupid narcissism made it impossible to built healthy relationships. His girlfriends never stay and he's only just holding onto his only friend in life, the only one who was ever been there for him.
Rowley Jefferson.
He has a girlfriend, a nice house, he's in college studying to become a doctor. Yet he still is willing to hang out with scum like me. I'm always such a piece of shit to him but I can't help but act that way. I hate myself for it. It's what keeps me up at night, the guilt of being such a horrible person to everyone around me.
I finish getting ready and I grab my things and head out of my apartment, making sure to lock it on my way out. Wouldnt want to get broken into.
The walk down the stairs is long and irritating, but those high schoolers broke the elevator because 'they were bored' and their daddys money kept them from going to jail.
I went to work and the day went by slowly. I file papers, grab coffee for my boss and print things. I don't even know what I do. I'm just here for the money. I clock out around 7pm and head to the convince store to grab some pork buns for dinner. I'm feeling a bit healthy so I grab a salad as well.
