Ramen

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I tiredly ample my way to the couch, and flop down onto it. I search for my remote for a while when I find it, I lift my hand into the air pressing the button to turn on the TV. It comes to life with a flash the shitty screen is slightly static-y but I don't have the energy to care enough to get it fixed. I click through the channels for 10 minutes before I find something interesting to watch and even that is merely a cooking show. I lay there sipping my coffee and rum watching the barely entertaining show. Eventually, I get bored, slightly tipsy, and waddle my way back to the kitchen. I open the fridge, I swear I smelt rotting in it, I haven't gone shopping in ages and all I have worthwhile is ramen. I realize this and move from the fridge to the cabinet grabbing the cheap ramen, not even the on-brand shit. I grab a pot that's only purpose ever was to make ramen. I fill it with water and place it on the heating stovetop dumping the ramen packet in with the flavoring. I just sit there staring at the ramen for a long while waiting for the water to boil. While waiting I was left with my thoughts once more.


Why did they leave?

What did I do to deserve this?

Don't I deserve happiness too?

Am I as bad as they said I am?
I miss them,
I miss them,
I miss them.

The hissing of the water boiling over freed me from my thoughts once more. I panic for a moment, cooking was never my strong point. I move the pot from the burner and set it down on the unheated burner beside it. I turn down the heat having to reach over the hot burner not realizing my shirt hanging down getting burned by the blazing surface until that is I smelt it. I jumped back from the stove looking at the newly burnt hole in my tee. I sigh," I wasn't hungry anyway," I said speaking out loud to the silence knowing I wouldn't hear a response. They were always here to respond. But now they're not. And the silence hurts cause I miss their voice breaking the silence that always screeched in the shitty one-bedroom house. I felt tears stinging my eyes again. Fuck this. 

"FUCK THIS" I yell

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